When A Man Is On The Verge

Mmm, He Rumbled Into My Ear. I Thought That Being Married Meant That I Never Go To Bed Hungry.

Much Awkwardness Ensued.

I Am The Reality Of All Coyotes. The Archetype. The Epitome. You Are Just A Reflection Of Me.

Vampire Politics Make The Very Complicated Dance Of Manners That Is Werewolf Protocol Look Like The Hokey Pokey.

When We Got To The Moron Who Was Sitting In The Only Path To The Stairway, Adam Caught My Waist And Lifted Me Over Before Stepping Over The Man Himself. “scott?” Adam Said As We Headed Upstairs. “yeah?” “unless Someone Shoots You, Skins You, And Throws The Results On The Floor, I Don’t Want To See You Lying In The Walkway Again.” “yessir!