Assuming The Worst Was Always Safer. And

Somehow I Think Trophy Wives Wear More Makeup And Less Cutlery. But Hey, I Haven't Ever Met A Trophy Wife, Maybe I'm Wrong. Maybe They Know What I Know, That The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs.

But If Anything Will Turn Me Off, It's A Very Practiced Approach, As If The Man Has Done It A Thousand Times Before, To A Lot Of Different Women. Which Always Seems To Imply That I Am No Different From All The Rest. Not Flattering.

He Laughed, And It Raised Goose-bumps On My Arms. "oh,ma Petite ,ma Petite , You Are Precious." Just What I Wanted To Hear. "so How Are You Getting Here?" "my Private Jet." Of Course, He Had A Private Jet. "when Can You Be Here?" "i Will Be There As Soon As I Can, My Impatient Flower." "i Prefer Ma Petite To Flower.

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?

His Parting Shot To Me Had Been, "i Don't Want To Love Someone Who Is More At Home With The Monsters Than I Am." What Do You Say To That? What Can You Say? Damned If I Know. They Say Love Conquers Everything. They Lie.