pete is whacking the scorpions with a frying pan , telling me something which runs in through one of my ears , and out the other . or hot water with jell-o in it , something with sugar . i asked , my mouth leaving his to trail down his neck . she could feel a stronger bond and trust developing with the lighter mood . i guess it 's me ought to tell the sheriff , if it comes to that . '' in this case , yes , she said , zipping up her pants . 