They Call Me, The Sharkalator

Fang’s Hand Gently Smoothed My Hair Off My Neck. My Breath Froze In My Chest, And Every Sense Seemed Hyperalert. His Hand Stroked My Hair Again, So Softly, And Then Trailed Across My Neck And Shoulder And Down My Back, Making Me Shiver. I Looked Up. “what The Heck Are You Doing?” “helping You Change Your Mind,” He Whispered, And Then He Leaned Over, Tilted My Chin Up, And Kissed Me.

When I Wanted Information, It Was Silent; When I Didn't Want To Hear From It, It Got Chatty. It Was Alost As Irritating As Fang.

Home Is Wherever We All Are Together.

I Knew How Good Love Could Be -- I Knew It Was The Best Thing I'd Ever Done In My Life -- And Yet Here I Was Alone. I Was Taking Chances With My Life. I Kept Telling Everybody That I Was All Right, But I Wasn't.

Have You Ever Been To Colorado?" I Frowned. "is That One Of Those Square Ones, In The Middle?