And Kissing Him Is Like Sucking On

Darius Didn't Have Any Trouble Finding The Street Cats Building. It Was A Cozy-looking Square Brick Building With Big Front Windows Crowded With Cat Stuff. I Made A Mental Note To Pick Up A Little Something For Nala From Their Gift Shop. My Cat Was Grumpy Enough Without Her Thinking That I'd Been Cheating On Her (translation: I Would Smell Like A Zillion Other Cats) And Hadn't Even Brought Her A Present.

Here's The Bottom Line; Writers Write. Sometimes Words Flow Easily. Sometimes It's Like Sloughing Through Mud. Either Way A Professional Writer Keeps Writing.

The Fomorians Skittered Backward, Away From Me, Looking Justifiably Confused. I Mean, Really, How Many Human Women Actually Run To Them? And I Was A Human Woman Covered In Swamp Yuck, With Wild Red Hair Sticking Out In Matted Hunks And Arms Flailing Like A Demented Bride Of Frankenstein. I'd Run From Me.

I Know Dead. I've Been There, Done That And Got The Freakin' T-shirt.

But She Loves Me. Me. Just The Way I Am.