To Distract Myself From Thoughts Of My

The Three "f"s Of Being A Werewolf, Feeding, Fighting, And...reproduction

I Love You. I'm Not Sure If It's The Way You Want Me To. I Think It Might Be. But I Know That I Love You. I Absolutely Love You.

When I Glanced At The Chair, It Started To Shake. I’d Like To Think It Was Scared Of Me, But I Rarely Invoked That Response In Living Things, Let Alone Inanimate Objects.

Well, Either You Have A Compartment Under This Floor, Containing A Living Person, Or The Property Is Infested By Giant Moles

What Gave It Away? When She Loaded Me Bound And Gagged Into The Back Of Her Truck? Or When She Actually Said. "i'm Ready To Kill You And Throw Your Body Inn The Swamp? "hey For A While There, It Looked Like You Were Going To Talk Your Way Out Of It. I Didn't Want To Interfere.