This Is Politics. People In Power Never

You Two Are A Match Made In Heaven. Or Somewhere.

His Eyes, I’d Long Since Discovered, Could Be As Eloquent And Expressive As His Pen. The Messages They Sent Me Now Hardly Seemed Decent For A Public Setting.

Don't Worry, Little Dhampir. You Might Be Surrounded By Clouds, But You'll Always Be Like Sunshine To Me.

Hey, A Guy Can Hope. I Mean, It’s Not Impossible That A Car Full Of Scantily Clad Sorority Girls Might Break Down Outside And Need My Help.” “that’s True,” I Said. “maybe I Can Put A Sign Out Front That Says, ‘attention All Girls: Free Help Here.’” “‘attention All Hot Girls,’” He Corrected, Straightening Up. “right,” I Said, Trying Not To Roll My Eyes. “that’s An Important Distinction.” He Pointed At Me With The Pool Stick. “speaking Of Hot, I Like That Uniform.” This Time, I Did Roll My Eyes.

Nice Blouse, Sage,” Adrian Told Me, Deadpan. “it Really Brings Out The Khaki In Your Pants.