- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator

A Ghra. A Amhain. My Love. My Only.

I Would Hope That My Writing's Cleaner Than It Was When I Started.

And You're Not Going To Tell Me She Didn't Make A Move On You. At Least Test The Waters." "the Waters," He Said, "were Not Receptive." "if They Had Been, I'd Have Drowned Her In Them Already.

I Changed Your Life.” She Looked Down At The Peach They Shared. “you Changed Min. I’m Glad Of It.” And Back Into His Eyes. “every Day. I’m Glad Of It. I’d Like A Pond, And Maybe Something To Sit On So We Could Watch The Creepy, Interesting Fish.” “that Would Suit Me Very Well.” She Linked Her Arms Around His Neck, Laid Her Cheek On His. Love Finds A Way, She Thought.

Laurel: I Don't Need A Ring Or A License, Or A Spetacular White Dress. It's Not Marriage So Much, Or At All Really, That Matters. It's The Promise. It's The Knowing Someone Wants Me To Be Part Of His Life. Someone Loves Me, That I'm The One For Him. That's Not Just Enough, It's Everything.