Men Are Like Dogs," Stacy Was Fond

God, It Was Good. Comforting And Stimulating At The Same Time. Absolute World-class Pheromones. I Wished I Could Take His Jacket Home With Me. Not Him, Just The Jacket.

... I Discovered Life Sometimes Has A Way Of Giving You What You Need, But Not In The Form You Expect.

Somehow I Knew That No Matter What I Chose To Tell Or To Keep Secret, He Would Understand.

Hell Was Waking Up Alone, The Sheets Wet With Your Tears And Your Seed, Knowing The Woman You Had Dreamed Of Would Never Come Back To You.

Before I Write The First Page Of A Novel, I Spend A Long Time Creating Detailed Backgrounds For My Characters. I Imagine The Experiences That Have Formed Them, What Makes Them Happy, Angry, Fearful, And What They Yearn For.