Here are some excerpts: From Goodbye, Heartache- "Joie?," I whispered. "Yes, baby?" "You know how sometimes you meet someone, and it just feels like you've known them forever?," I asked sweetly. Joie hesitated before answering with a tentative "yes?" "Well," I said, "that ain't us." From, "The Warning"- "Uh. Do WHAT?" The moron blinked in disbelief. "I said, TAKE OFF ALL OF YOUR CLOTHES. RIGHT NOW!" I tried to sound serious. "What? Are you kinky, or something?" The idiot laughed like a redneck cartoon. Uh hull hull hull. That, right there, was enough to make me want to pull the trigger. "You wish I were kinky, dumb ass. Now, take off your f*cking clothes before I show you how serious I really f*cking am. Get with it, mother f*cker. Unhitch those britches, and pitch them to me, NOW." I was still talking in a loud whisper. He did as he was told. I caught his pants, as they flew through the air towards me. "Underwear, too. I mean EVERYTHING, bitch!" I kept my gun trained on his stupid head. He glared at me. Soon, he was butt assed naked, and I had his clothes in a pile behind me. "Keep your hands up." "Look, lady," he started whining. "Could you just let me go?" From, The Personal Ad- She was an attractive woman. She had sandy blonde hair, and a sprinkling of freckles, like a redhead in disguise, and green eyes. A combination that I have since learned to avoid. When we consider the animals of the earth, and we look at their natural camouflage, we can, with common sense, associate their coloring, and characteristics with the natural habitat from which they come. The tabby cat's stripe blends in with the bark on a tree, where he customarily dwells. The doberman has dots over his eyes, so that when his enemies see him sleeping in the dark, they think his eyes are open, even when his eyes are closed; the baby fawn has white spots on it's brown back, so that it will blend into the snowy landscape of the early spring. And, the sandy headed, green eyed woman is colored so, I am now convinced, to blend with the monstrous green eyed devils and lapping flames of the pits of hell. From, The Blues Singer- Bette was an incredible, sensuous, thrill of a woman. She sang her songs with a low, throaty, growl, from somewhere deep within her passionate soul. She was mesmerizing, on stage. She moved with fluid motion, and grace. She WAS sensuality. When her show started, the room was quiet, and no one took their eyes off of her. She belonged on that stage, and she loved being there. She turned the room on. You could feel the heat and the electricity. And, what she inspired people to do on the dance floor was a down right sin.