Sookie, My Little Bullet-sucker" Eric, My Big

For Awhile I Taped Soap Operas And Watched Them At Night When I Thought I Might Be Forgetting What It Was Like To Be Human. After A While I Stopped, Because From The Examples I Saw On Those Shows, Forgetting Humanity Was A Good Thing.

Better To Be Screwed Physically Than Financially.

Hey, Our Hair's The Same Color," I Said, Eyeing Us Side By Side In The Mirror. Sure Is, Girlfriend." Eric Grinned At Me. "but Are You Blond All The Way Down?" Don't You Wish You Knew?" Yes," He Said Simply. Well, You'll Just Have To Wonder." I Am," He Said. "blond Everywhere," I Could Tell As Much From Your Chest Hair." He Raised My Arm To Check My Armpit. "you Silly Women, Shaving Your Body Hair," He Said, Dropping My Arm.

Though I Was Standing In Front Of A Mirror, I Wasn't Really Seeing My Reflection. I Was Seeing, Very Clearly, That—at The Moment—i Was All In The World That Eric Could Think Of As His Own. I Had Better Not Fail Him.

God Bless The American Spectator.