But There Was Something About The Largest

And Then They Were Kissing. Something Exploded Within His Chest Burning Away The Tension And Confusion And Fear. Burning Away The Hurt Of Seconds Earlier. For A Moment It Felt Like Nothing Mattered Anymore. Like Nothing Would Matter Ever Again.

I Don't Think There Is A Right Or Wrong Anymore. Only Horrible And Not-quite-so-horrible.

Ah, My Knight In Shining Armor. What, You Don't Think I Can Fend For Myself?

I Think Judy Blume, Stephen King, And Dean Koontz Are The Three Authors Responsible For My Being Where I Am Today. I Owe Them A Lot.

Just Follow Me And Run Like Your Life Depends On It. Because It Does.