I Don't Think You Can Write -

- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator Or Poet? - Hmmm... A Poetic Gladiator.

I've Wanted To Be With You When I Didn't Have The Right To.

Marriage Is A Land Mine. A Really Intimate Land Mine. Adultery To Kitchen Fires. Never A Dull [moment].

Love Wasn't The Soft, Silky Words The Poets Spoke Of. Love,with It's Twin Edges, Was The One Factor That Weakened So Many Women, That Pushed Them To Compromised Their Own Wants, Their Own Needs For The Needs And Wants Of Another.

Roarke, What's Going On Here?' 'lieutenant.' He Leaned Forward, Touched His Lips To Hers. 'indications Are We're Having A Romance.