It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

Better to be screwed physically than financially.

I could just envision Sam imagining that I wanted him to go out to the lake with me, only to be confronted by Jannalynn and whatever she thought of as a romantic dinner -- live rabbits they could chase together, maybe.

Sookie," Eric said. I didn't think he'd heard a word. "Yield to me." Well, that was pretty direct.

My brother, Jason, came into the bar, then, and sauntered over to give me a hug. He knows that women like a man who's good to his family and also kind to the disabled, so hugging me is a double whammy of recommendation.

Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me.

God bless the American spectator.