If I Quit Having Fun, Then It's

How Is Eric?' 'very Tightly Wound. Plus, A Lot Of Stuff Happened That He'll Tell You About.' 'thanks For The Warning. I'll Go To The House Now. You're My Favorite Breather.' 'oh. Well ... Great.' She Hung Up.

Okay," I Said. "i'd Hoped To Avoid This, But... Bill, I Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." Bill Began Walking Backward To The Door, A Helpless Look On His Face, And My Brush Still In His Hand. Eric Grinned At Him Triumphantly. "eric," I Said, And His Smile Faded. "i Rescind Your Invitation Into My House." And Backward He Went, Out My Door And Off My Porch. The Door Slammed Shut Behind (or Maybe In Front Of?) Them.

What I Think I'll Do Is I'll Do My Best To Yank Debbie Out Of Me By The Roots. And Then I'll Turn Up On Your Doorstep, One Day When You Least Expect It, And I'll Hope By Then You Will Have Given Up On Your Vampire.

But There's A Juicy Artery In Your Groin," He Said After A Pause To Regroup, His Voice As Slithery As A Snake On A Slide. "don't You Talk Dirty," I Told Him. "i Won't Listen To That.

Don’t Go Looking For Trouble; It’s Already Looking For You.