The Tune Was Sad, As The Best

If It Winds Up Earlier, You Should Have A Movie Picked Out. This Is Assuming She Isn’t Sending You The ‘let’s Go Back To My Place’ Signals. In That Case—” “don’t Go There, Bob. Let’s Just Not Go There.

I Think Writer Is A Word Without Gender, And A Good Writer Observes, Absorbs, Hopefully Empathizes Then Translates That Into Character And Story. You Don’t Have To Do Or Be Or Have Experienced, Traveled To, But You Have To Imagine All Of That, Very Well–and Believe It Completely During The Bubble Of The Work.

Do You Remember The First Time We Made Love?" He Touched His Lips To Hers As He Said It. "we Rode Up In The Elevator Like This And Couldn't Keep Our Hands Off Each Other, Couldn't Get To Each Other Quick Enough. I Was Mad For You. I Wanted You More Than I Wanted To Keep Breathing. I Still Do." He Deepened The Kiss As The Elevator Doors Opened. "it's Never Going To Change.

I'm Just Full Of Surprises." Watching Her, He Waved The Wrapped Bar From Side To Side. "you Can Have The Candy If You Sit On My Lap." That Sounds Like Something Perverted Old Men Say To Young, Stupid Girls." I'm Not Old, And You're Not Stupid." He Sat, Patted His Knee. "it's Belgian Chocolate." Just Because I'm Sitting On Your Lap And Eating Your Candy Doesn't Mean You Can Cop A Feel," She Said As She Folded Into His Lap.

Once You Considered Failure You Were One Step Farther Away From Success.