Do me a favor?” he whispered. Beth's hold tightened on his hand. ”Anything, what do you need?” ”Hum the Jeopardy theme.” There was a pause.Then Beth burst out laughing and swatted his shoulder. ”Wrath-” ”Actually,take your clothes off and hum it while doing some belly grooves.” As his shellan bent down and kissed his forehead, he looked up at her through his wraparounds. ”You think I'm kidding? Come on, we both need the distraction. And I promise I'll tip well” "You never carry cash." He extended his tongue and swept it over his upper lip. "I plan on working it off.

I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V

For him , life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other

Bye-bye, Elan. P.S., Next time you implicate someone falsely, try to pick a pacifist.

The Destroyer has arrived and you are he.

Come here. I need to hold on to you." She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

The stories just keep showing up in my head - and I really hope they keep it up! I write what I'm told, and as long as I do that, I don't have any problems with writer's block or anything. The issues come only when I try to force the story or the people in it to do things they don't want to. As a control freak, it's funny that I've learned to be so comfortable with being out of control in what is arguably one of the most important areas of my life!