A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My

Love Is Very Funny Business. And Sex - Well, Let's Face It, Sex Is Hysterical.

Phillip Look Into Ray's Eyes. He Saw Compassion And Hope. And He Saw Himself Mirrored Back, Bleeding In A Dirty Gutter On A Street Where Life Was Worth Less Than A Dime Bag. Sick, Tired, Petrified, Phillip Dropped His Head Into His Hands. "what's The Point?" "you're The Point, Son." Ray Ran His Hand Over Phillip's Hair. "you're The Point.

Don't Worry."... "we Are Right Behind You." "notice," Lilah Added With A Smile, "the Direction Is Behind.

Luck Is Luck ... What We Do With It Determines Whether It's Good Or Bad.

...she'd Gone Past Interest, Swung Into Attraction, Burst Through Lust, Tripped Over Affection, And Was Now Skidding Out Of Control Into Love.