Just So You Know, I’ve Trusted You

I Have A Name,” I Grumped, My Stomach Pinching Me Harder. “yes, But It Has No Pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel,” He Said, Trying It Out In Different Ways. “no One Will Tremble In Terror At That. Oh My God!” He Said In A High Falsetto. “it’s Rachel! Run! Hide!

It’s A Cat. Boy, You Couldn’t Slip Anything Past Me Tonight.

Anything Worth Having Is Going To Be Hard

I Sighed. "and What Am I To You, Al?" "my Maid," He Said Brightly. "shall We Do This?

She Was Getting Bitchy.that Was A Good Sign. "what Am I Supposed To Do Till You Get Back?" I Said, Patting The Smouldering Leather. "hide In My Closet? I"d Rather Be With You.