But bustin' him in the head ain't all that easy, either. —Shirley Templeton,discussing her husband'sill-advised infidelity ANEY.” I felt breathless and a little hallucinatory by the time I was in my car and on the phone. “I was just propositioned by a cop.” “So things are pretty much par for the course?” I could hear someone yammering at her in the background, but someone was always yammering at Laney Especially since she had morphed from struggling actress to Amazon Queen. “No. A different cop,” I said. “Riveras different.” I was exasperated, harried, horny, and confused. “One I hadn't met until a few minutes ago.” “Well…” She paused. I could imagine her mulling things over in her Amazonian brain. “You're gorgeous.” Then, “Tell them I'll be right there,” she said quietly. Back to me: “Of course guys are going to come on to you.” “He asked if I was interested in casual sex.” “Which you are.” “Well, yes, but I didn't think it was culturally acceptable to admit that to a total stranger.”
