QUOTE : launched a stream of pheromones at him like nothing I’d ever done before. The door handle stopped moving, and there was a loud thump. My concern for the man warred with my desire to hide. Concern won, and I looked out the window. Well, he was alive at least. The man had collapsed and was lying on the decking, moaning and squirming as he tried to dry-hump the two-by-four holding up one corner of the porch. Clearly I’d overdone that one.