The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else. But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

He picked some unwise words. Saying, “I’ll enjoy killing you for my lord”, is just not the way to make my acquaintance.

All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.

And since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, you thought I might do as an escort? To an orgy?

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

I met Elvis in your woods one night,” Terry said. One of the EMTs had given him a shot, and I thought it was beginning to work. “I knew I was nuts then. He was telling me how much he liked cats. I told him I was a dog person, myself.