His laughter echoed through my mind. I have a beautiful woman in my arms, and am taking her back to my home, where she and I will be alone and able to indulge whatever fantasies we choose. What is there not to enjoy?

Dammit, Jim. I'm a Guardian, not a doctor.

I was born. It was easy. My mother did all the hard work.

Yes, he is a man, so genetically he's engineered to be dense about many things, but he's not stupid.

I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness.

Carrie Fay always says that nothing is really horrible unless it eats away your face.

He looked at my lips. I suddenly found myself wanting to lick his. 'Yes,' he replied, his eyes going molten. My breath caught in my throat as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair where it had flown across my cheek. 'I believe we do have unfinished business.' 'Good.' I gulped, suddenly one big mass of tingling body parts that wanted an immediate introduction to all of his body parts. I tried to slam down a mental barrier between his mind and mine, but it did no good. The cheerleaders in my groin were setting up fundraising car washes to finance a field trip to his groin.