I Am Self-educated From Genre Books.

I’d Always Enjoyed Life, And I Knew I Would Again. But I Was Going To Have To Slog Through A Lot Of Bad Patches To Get There

We Could Go Back," He Said. In The Dome Light Of The Car, His Face Looked Hard As Stone. "we Could Go Back To Your House. I Can Stay With You Always. We Can Know Each Other's Bodies In Every Way, Night After Night. I Could Love You." His Nostrils Flared, And He Looked Suddenly Proud. "i Could Work. You Would Not Be Poor. I Would Help You." "sounds Like A Marriage," I Said, Trying To Lighten The Atmosphere. But My Voice Was Too Shaky. "yes," He Said.

This Was An Unpleasant Trend. I Didn’t Want A Lot Of Guys Popping In And Out Of My Bedroom. I Wanted One Who Would Stay.

Silver, Gold - I Don't Discriminate! I Like Sparkly Things.

Softie Was Not A Word You Could Use In The Same Sentence As Eric.