She, As No Other Ever

I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.

Eve Engaged Her On Duty Sign And Stepped Out Of The Car. Immediately Her Ears Were Assaulted With A Blast Of Music. Christmas Carols Pumped, Full Blast, Into The Air. She Decided That People Ran Inside, Ready To Buy Anything, Just To Escape The Noise.

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

Roarke's Brow Cocked As He Noted Casto Take In The Black Satin That Slithered Over Eve's Body. In The Manner Of Men Or Unfriendly Male Dogs, Roarke Showed His Teeth.

Those Big Blue Eyes Were Swimming, And He Was Afraid That If The First Tear Fell, He Would Break And Carry Her Off Anywhere She Wanted To Go.