What Are You, Zen Master

Do You Sometimes Wish You Could Fast-forward A Week? You Know Something Bad's Coming Up, And You Know You'll Get Through It, But The Prospect Just Makes You Feel Sick. I Worried For About Thirty Minutes, And Though I Knew There Was No Point In Doing So, I Could Feel My Anxiety Twisting Me Up In A Knot. 'bullshit,' I Told Myself Stoutly. 'this Is Utter Bullshit.

Eric Was Incensed, To Use A Good Entry From My Word Of The Day Calender. In Fact His Eyes Were Almost Throwing Sparks He Was So Angry. "this Woman Has Been Mine, And She Will Be Mine" He Said In Tones So Definite I Thought About Checking My Rear End For A Brand.

As I Climbed Up Into The High Old Bed, The Large Fly In My Personal Ointment Did The Same. Had I Actually Told Him He Could Get In Bed With Me? Well, I Decided, As I Wriggled Down Under The Soft Old Sheets And The Blanket And The Comforter, If Eric Had Designs On Me, I Was Just Too Tired To Care. "woman?" "hmmm?" "what's Your Name?" "sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "thank You, Sookie." "welcome, Eric.

Come On, Lover, Let's Have A Look," Eric Said, Giving Me A Quick Kiss. He Jumped Off The Back Porch With Me Still Attached To Him—like A Large Barnacle

Well, That's Certainly... Adequate," I Told Him, Burying My Face In His Chest. I Knew Immediately I'd Picked The Wrong Word. "adequate?" He Took My Hand, Placed It On The Part In Question. It Immediately Began To Stir. He Moved My Hand On It, And I Obligingly Circled It With My Fingers. "this Is Adequate?" "maybe I Should Have Said It's A Gracious Plenty?" "a Gracious Plenty. I Like That," He Said.