In This Room,in This Minite,she Was His

She Needed Him To Be Him. Even If He Could Not Be Hers.

Is There Anything Else I Can Do To See To Your Comfort, Miss Trent?" Perriwick Inquired. "she's Fine," Blake Growled. "clearly, She--" "perriwick, Isn't The West Wing On Fire?" Perriwick Blinked, Sniffed The Air, And Stared At His Employer In Dismay. "i Do Not Understand Sir.

Society Is Capricious And Rewards The Bad As Often As The Good. But It Never Rewards The Quiet.

In Her Heart She Longed For This Man, Dreamed Of A Life That Could Never Be.

Love Was The Best Present Of All.