It's Your Own Fault For Encouraging Him...,

Wouldn't--" Kel Began To Say, But The Words Stuck In Her Mouth. She Swallowed And Tried Again. "wouldn't It Be Well, Not Nice To Flirt With Somebody You Don't Want To Fall In Love With?

I Believe That We Haven't Begun To Understand The Many Forces That Bind The Physical World, Any More Than We Understand Our Own Minds And What They're Capable Of.

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.

Don't Die On Me," She Whispered When The Clock Struck Midnight And He Still Had Not Moved. "it's Only A Little Shoulder Wound. Goddess, George-don't Die On Me." His Eyes Flickered Open And He Smiled. "i Didn't Know You Cared," He Whispered. "and Why Insult Me? I Won't Die For A Wee Nick Like This; I've Had Worse In My Day." Alanna Wiped Her Wet Cheeks. "of Course I Care, You Unprincipled Pickpocket!" She Whispered. "of Course I Care.

Face It," Gary Told Her Kindly. "you'll Never Catch Up. You Just Do As Much As You Can And Take The Punishments Without Saying Anything. Sometimes I Wonder If That Isn't What They're Really Trying To Teach Us--to Take Plenty And Keep Our Mouths Shut.