You Can't Put Cuffs On Mr. Cluck!

I'm So Busy Writing And Editing Two Books A Year That I Don't Have Time For Painting Anymore.

I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.

Ranger Cradled My Face In His Hands, Using His Thumbs To Wipe The Tears From My Eyes. "the Ceremony Is Over. Can You Make It Back To The Car?" I Nodded. "i'm Okay Now. Am I Red And Blotchy From Crying?" "yes," Ranger Said, Brushing A Kiss Across My Forehead. "i Love You Anyway." "there's All Kinds Of Love," I Said. Ranger Took Me By The Hand And Led Me Back To The Suv. "this Is The Kind That Doesn't Call For A Ring. But A Condom Might Come In Handy." "that's Not Love," I Told Him. "that's Lust.

My Professional Aspirations Were Simple - I Wanted To Be An Intergalactic Princess.

Ranger Picked Up And There Was A Moment Of Silence As If He Was Sensing Me At The Other End, Taking My Body Temperature And Heart Rate Long Distance. “babe,” He Finally Said. “do You Know The Slum Apartment Building Bobby Sunflower Owns On Stark?” “yes. It’s On The Same Block As His Funeral Home.” “that’s The One. I’m Going In To Look For Someone. If You Don’t Hear From Me In A Half Hour Maybe You Could Send Someone To Check.” “is This A Smart Thing To Do?” “probably Not.” “as Long As You Know,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.