I Write Every Day. Even If I'm

Do You Remember The First Time We Made Love?" He Touched His Lips To Hers As He Said It. "we Rode Up In The Elevator Like This And Couldn't Keep Our Hands Off Each Other, Couldn't Get To Each Other Quick Enough. I Was Mad For You. I Wanted You More Than I Wanted To Keep Breathing. I Still Do." He Deepened The Kiss As The Elevator Doors Opened. "it's Never Going To Change.

Don't You Want Me To Kiss You Goodbye, Sweetie?" "kiss A Cow Farm Boy

Three Weeks Hadn't Changed Cop Central. The Coffee Was Still Poisonous, The Noise Abominable, And The View Out Of Her Stingy Window Was Still Miserable. She Was Thrilled To Be Back.

When Somebody Walks Out, It Leaves A Hole In You. Some People Fill It Up, The Good And The Bad, And Get On That Way. Some People Leave It Open, Maybe Long Enough To Heal, Maybe Too Long, Picking At It Now And Then So It Doesn't Heal All The Way.

I Can Fix A Bad Page. I Can't Fix A Blank Page.