Hate To Disappoint, But No Feathers. I

And You Would Have Lost. We Were Surrounded. He Threatened Your Life, And He Would Have Made Good On That Threat. He Had You, And That Meant He Had Me, Too.

If I Were Thinking Straight, I'd Take You Home Right Now.

I'm Yours, If You'll Have Me.

The Older Woman Waiting For Admittance Looked At Me, Then Over Her Shoulder At Patch, Who Was Vanishing Down The Hall. “honey,” She Told Me, “he Looks Slippery As Soap.

You're Mine, Angel. And I'm Yours. Nothing Can Change That.