He's No More Human Than I Am,

When Sex Is Necessary For The Plot Of A Book, Or A Character Development, Then I Don't Shy Away From It. Why Should I?

Pretend Hard Enough And Maybe It Will Go Away.

Death Cures All Ills. Well, Most Of Them.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

You Smell Of Other Peoples Blood, Ma Petite. It Was No One You Know. -jean Claude And Anita