The Prospect Of Change Is A Many-fanged

Boredom Can Be A Lethal Thing On A Small Island.

As Much As I Encourage Communication With My Readers, I Don't Want Reviews From Them, Simply Because I Don't Need To Be Hamstrung In The Middle Of Working On Something.

I Am Convinced By The Events Of The Last Few Weeks That Nefarious Forces Of People--unidentified But No Less Real--are Threatening Life As We Know It, And In Fact, May Be Bent On Unraveling The Very Fabric Of Our Existence.

They Want To Be Tied Up, I Tie Them Up. They Want To Be Spanked, I Spank Them. They Want To Be Called Names, I Call Them Names. But Try And Drink A Little Of Their Blood, And They Scream Like Babies. What About My Needs?

Marry For Love, Stay Married, And Raise Happy Children Who Are Quick To Laugh And Slow To Judge.