I Don't Think You Can Write -

Sex Might Satisfy, Food Might Fuel, Love Might Sustain, But Without Coffee, What Is The Point?

Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.

For Over A Year I Continued To Submit Mss, And Have Them Rejected - The Last Few With Rejection Letters Indicated The Story Was Pretty Good, But I Was American.

Eve: Anyway, Thanks For Riding To The Rescue. You Need A White Hat. Good Guys Wear White, Right? Roarke: I Look Better In Black.