If Sex Is Dignified It's Not Being

Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

Sex Might Satisfy, Food Might Fuel, Love Might Sustain, But Without Coffee, What Is The Point?

No Second Chance?" A Wry Smile Twisted Carrick's Lips. "there Might Have Been, Had I Not Waited So Long To Take It.

Because When You Hate Something, You Stop Doing It.

For Once, He Slept First. She Lay In The Dark, Listening To Him Breathe, Stealing A Little Of His Warmth As Her Own Body Cooled. Since He Was Asleep, She Stroked His Hair. "i Love You," She Murmured. "i Love You So Much, I'm Stupid About It." With A Sigh, She Settled Down, Closed Her Eyes, And Willed Her Mind To Empty. Beside Her, Roarke Smiled Into The Dark. He Never Slept First.