Before he had a chance to go inside, I hit the curb in my rental, ran out and grabbed him. I thought it was a pretty smooth move but in hindsight it m...ust have looked like a kidnapping. I floored it and we left the apartment building behind. I looked at Doug Peterson and he was as white as a ghost, in fact I think the poor bastard thought I was going to kill him. I would have liked to but I needed him. ‘Roger please don’t kill me, I swear I didn’t touch Kelly!’ Doug cried ‘Jesus… get a hold of. I tried it for a joke, but when it began to spit out names, some of them had a nice sound, so I printed them. I eventually compiled a fairly long list, and these are the ones I liked best from that longer list.”“They’re ... different,” he said as he began repeating the names aloud, but then handed the list back to Diana. “You read it. The names sound better when you say them.”Diana smiled at him and read the list through several times. “So, what do you think?”“They all sound good when you say. You don't lose your skills. Not that I know what your skills were before last night." Let's see. I had sex for the first time in my freshman year in college. Since then, I've slept with exactly six guys. Including you." Six guys since 1988? That's one every six years." I was with my college boyfriend for four years, and then with the next one for eight, so that kind of screws up your average. And I've only had three boyfriends since I moved to New York, including Mister Eight Years." I admire. “What were you ... How could ... What the fuck? What sort of piece of shit would sell a woman to a whore-house? I don’t care what the fuck she did. She piss you off? She humiliates you? She cheats on you? Fine. Leave her. Take all the money. Send photos of her getting laid to her family. Burn the fucking house down. But sell a human being to a whore-house?“It takes a lot to rattle me. I’ve seen and done a lot of fucked up shit, but ... You’re not even a person. You’re a fucking cockroach. What.