You Trust Me?" Eric Sounded Surprised. "yes."

I Am Here," Eric Said. "and I Am Here." I Was A Little Amused At Eric's Phone Answering Technique. "sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker," He Said, Sounding Fond And Warm. "eric, My Big Bullshitter.

I Realized That I Was Really Tired Of People Popping On And Off Of My Property Like It Was A Train Station On The Supernatural Railroad.

My Eyes Flew Open, And I Pushed Back Against Rock-hard Shoulders. I Let Out A Little Squeak Of Horror. "it's Me," Said A Familiar Voice. ..."eric, What Are You Doing Here?" "snuggling.

As The Water Pounded On My Back, I Reflected That I Must Be Pretty Simple. It Didn't Take Much To Make Me Happy. A Long Night With A Dead Guy Had Done The Trick.

We Followed The Bondage Bobbsey Twins Across The Crowded Dance Floor. Those Leather Shorts Were An Adventure From Behind, Let Me Tell You. And The Pictures Of Elvis Decorating The Walls Were An Education, Too. It Wasn’t Often You Ran Into A Bondage/elvis/ Whorehouse-themed Vampire Club.