But I’m Just Going To Be Out

He Froze, And For One Moment, We Stood Locked In Time. I Could Feel The Silk Of His Shirt Against My Skin And The Warmth Of His Body. The Lingering Scent Of The Overpriced Cologne He Wore Floated Around Me. No Smoke For A Change. I’d Always Told Him The Cologne Couldn’t Be Worth What He Spent, But Suddenly, I Reconsidered. It Was Amazing.

None Of The Bravado He Usually Showed Was There. I Guess There Was "usually" And Then There Was Being Held In The Grip Of A Really Ripped, Really Tall, And Really Pissed Off Russian Guy.

Rosemarie You Are Out Of Line

Those Who Have To Ask If Faith Is True Are Opening Up A Discussion They May Not Be Ready For.

Something Clenched In My Chest, And For A Moment, The Whole World Narrowed Down To The Green Of His Eyes.