She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write. Why me?

The gourney, the big file drawers of the dead, the instruments of dissection - this sure looked like the morgues in the movies. Something had gone seriously wrong while she slept.

And he was like "The sedative in the blood, blah, blah, four hours, blah, blah, nerdspeak, geektalk -" -Abby

That's a horrible plan." "Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.

One can't be free without action.

How could you deal with a creature as devious as woman.