There Are A Thousand Ways To Hurt

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another. Yeah. I Wrapped Myself In Anger, With A Dash Of Hate, And At The Bottom Of It All Was An Icy Center Of Pure Terror.

I Wasn't Like Most Girls.

Therapy Can Get You Only So Far With Exorcising Your Childhood Nightmares; After That It's Willpower, And You, And People You Can Trust To Hold Your Hand Along The Way.

Methinks We Have A Clue. Be Still, My Heart.

He Made A Small Sigh, As He Swallowed The First Blood, Then His Mouth Closed Over My Earlobe, Mouth Working At The Wound, Tongue Coaxing Blood From The Wound. He Pressed His Body The Length Of Mine, One Hand Cupping My Turned Head, The Other Playing Down The Line Of My Body. Maybe It Was Just Blood, But I Never Stroked My Steak While Eating It.