What Are You, Zen Master Fang?

There's Not Much I Dislike More Than Being Addressed As "hey You" And Being Poked With A Finger.

Are You A Prude?' He Seemed Genuinely Curious. 'no!' But After A Second, I Said, 'but May Be Compared To You, Yes! I Like My Privacy. I Get To Decide Who Sees Me Naked. Do You Get My Point?' 'yes. Objectively Speaking, You Have Beautiful Points.' I Thought The Top Of My Head Would Pop Off... (sookie Stackhouse & Claude, Dead In The Family)

Oh. No Wonder I'd Been Sick. I Hadn't Eaten Anything Since Then. I'm A Girl Who Likes Her Meals, So It Hadn't Been A Weight-loss Tactic. I'd Just Been Too Busy Bumping From Crisis To Crisis. Go On The Sookie Stackhouse Narrow Avoidance Of Death Diet! Run For Your Life, And Miss Meals, Too! Exercise Plus Starvation.

I Stroked Eric's Hair, Tucking Some Behind His Ear. His Eyes On Mine Were Intent, And I Knew He Was Waiting For Me To Speak. "i Wish," I Said, "i Could Save Orgasms In A Jar For When I Need Them, Because I Think I Had A Few Extra." Eric's Eyes Widened, And All Of A Sudden He Roared With Laughter. (dead To The World)

As I Climbed Up Into The High Old Bed, The Large Fly In My Personal Ointment Did The Same. Had I Actually Told Him He Could Get In Bed With Me? Well, I Decided, As I Wriggled Down Under The Soft Old Sheets And The Blanket And The Comforter, If Eric Had Designs On Me, I Was Just Too Tired To Care. "woman?" "hmmm?" "what's Your Name?" "sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "thank You, Sookie." "welcome, Eric.