Play with Fire
By R.W. Clinger
There he is…the stud of the hour and a superhero I want to spend the rest of my days married to. The one and only Fire Lieutenant Jobe Tucker from Michigan Way. All muscle from head to toes.
He’s a six-three powerhouse of man with dark hair, matching eyes, and with a personality that can cause the angels in heaven to joyfully sing. At thirty-four and single, Jobe rocks a thin stubble, long jaw, and pearly whites. I want to say he can model or act, but he’s too humble for such self-absorbed careers. To my knowledge he doesn’t have a wife or kids. And his Tudor on Michigan Way is a single bedroom. When I spy on him, I don’t see any roommates or relatives playing stay-over. Nor do I ever see him attached to a girlfriend or boyfriend in public. Jobe keeps to h
