Why, I’m Just As True And Honest

Curse Him For Being All Tight Muscle, With Ivory Skin And A Mouth As Soft As Rose Petals. Curse Him For Having Hair As Fair As The Sun, And Eyes As Black As Night. Curse Him For Having The Grace Of A Cat And Deft, Cool Hands. And Now I Am Having The Same Argument On Paper That I Have In My Own Head On Too Many Nights. I Know My Choice Is Sensible, But It Isn't My Common Sense I Think With, Those Times Rosto's Stolen A Kiss From Me.

Teen Problem Novels? I Can Go Through Them Like A Box Of Chocolates. And There Are Fantasy Books Out Now That Need A Lot More Editing. Fantasy Got To Be So Popular That People Began To Think 'we Don't Need To Be As Diligent With The Razor Blade,' But They Do.

You're An Obnoxious Canker-blossom. Go Ooze Somewhere Else.

Rosto Cupped Laddybuck In One Hand And Grabed The Back Of My Neck With The Other Pulling Me In And Kissing Me Right On The Mouth. I Should Have Punched Him But His Lips Were Soft And Sweet. I Will Punch Him Next Time. -beka After She Realizes That Rosto The Piper Is The New Rouge

Books Are Still The Main Yardstick By Which I Measure True Wealth.