I told myself I would never do it even as

I told myself I would never do it even as I knew I would if I told myself to. But would I? I hadn't given myself anything but heartache since... there was a time. Besides, I wasn't

He started by dipping his toe in Romance. The water he dipped his toe in was warm like a woman's embrace. He savored the sensation. He might be virile and handsome but he needed a

the stirrings of one who had known what life was all about. His toe became that of a 50 year old man, not one that had been ravaged by time and poor experiences, but one of

refined taste and devilish good looks. His toe decided to call itself Carl and pleaded with a court of law to release him from servitude to the rest of the foot. The judge frowned

at Carl in bewilderment, not knowing how to judge a toe’s predicament from wanting independence from a foot. But seeing as Carl was on the wrong foot anyway, the judge decided to

make a decision. "Carl, America, we believe in individual freedoms . So a toe has a right to leave the foot and persue happiness. On the other hand, different fingers." The judge

began with this preamble: "There are too many fingers in this pie, and too many more noses in the undies involved. Carl and America: if a toe leaves a foot, let it go. If Liberty

gets a new torch filled with explosives, let it blow. If Justice loses her blindfold, pay her off", and all start laughing like a pack of hyenas. "We need to divert attention away

from that unsolved murder case." He scratched his chin thoughtfully and scribbled on his notepad. I peered over his shoulder and read. 'do anover murder ???', he had written.