Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

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.

You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.

No blame, no hate - why no communication?

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.

I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.

you have to play it out sometimes.