He Stopped What He Was Doing And

I've Been A Storyteller All My Life. When I Was In High School, I Used To Amuse Myself By Driving Through The Woods At Night And See How Long It Would Be Before I Scared The Pants Off My Friends - And If I Could Do It Before I Scared Myself.

Being A Martyr Is Highly Overrated.

Intelligent Men Are Dangerous.

Someday, I'm Going To Meet Some Supernatural Creature Who Tells Me Everything I Should Know Up Front And In A Forthright Manner - But I'm Not Going To Hold My Breath.

Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Love You?” He Asked. ”enough To Accept My Apologies?” I Suggested In A Small Voice. ”heck No,” He Said, And Pushed Off From The Wall, Stalking Forward. When He Reached Me, He Put His Hands Up And Touched The Sides Of My Neck With The Tips Of His Fingers – As If I Were Something Fragile. ”no Apologies From You,” He Told Me, His Voice Soft Enough To Melt My Knees And Most Of My Other Parts.