Stephanie's current queen size bed has to go. The mattress has a creepy human shaped dent in the middle, and the bed frame wobbles and groans like a zombie whenever Stephanie rolls over in her sleep and shocks her awake consequently. And who knows how many crazy FTAs and psycho stalkers have taken a nap in it after delivering all those threatening letters and creepy gifts? And don't even mention those Morelli cooties, please. There's no way she's going to let Ranger sleep in that thing at least one night per week. It is a matter of her female pride and dignity, you see. She needs to go shop for a good-quality bed ASAP, and maybe a new couch that won't fart whenever someone sits on it, and some ultra sexy, spicy lingerie from Victoria's Secret...So she waves goodbye to Grandma, turns in the passenger seat of the Turbo to face the man who once said he's got the weight and the muscle but she's got the power, and bats her eyelashes coyly. "Do I have enough power to persuade you to take me shopping now?"
"Babe,"
-END of Punch 14: Tequila, Sunrise, and Hawaii-