Fiction Just Makes It All More Interesting.

Sometimes, Instead Of Going Down The Road Less Taken, You Just Charge Down The Beaten Path.

I Snuck A Look To See How Eric Was Taking This, And He Was Staring At Me The Same Way The Monroe Vampires Had. Thoughtful. Hungry. "that's Interesting," He Said. "i Had A Psychic Once. It Was Incredible." "did The Psychic Think So?

As I Climbed Up Into The High Old Bed, The Large Fly In My Personal Ointment Did The Same. Had I Actually Told Him He Could Get In Bed With Me? Well, I Decided, As I Wriggled Down Under The Soft Old Sheets And The Blanket And The Comforter, If Eric Had Designs On Me, I Was Just Too Tired To Care. "woman?" "hmmm?" "what's Your Name?" "sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "thank You, Sookie." "welcome, Eric.

God Bless The American Spectator.

Silver, Gold - I Don't Discriminate! I Like Sparkly Things.