So You Want Me To

You Are Speaking Of My Future Lover. Be More Respectful.

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.

Eric Moved The Broom Experimentally And Made An Attempt To Sweep The Glass Into The Pan While It Lay In The Middle Of The Floor. Of Course, The Pan Slid Away. Eric Scowled. I'd Finally Found Something Eric Did Poorly.

My Mother Finally Took Me To A Child Psychologist, Who Knew Exactly What I Was, But She Just Couldn’t Accept It And Kept Trying To Tell My Folks I Was Reading Their Body Language And Was Very Observant, So I Had Good Reason To Imagine I Heard People’s Thoughts. Of Course, She Couldn’t Admit I Was Literally Hearing People’s Thoughts Because That Just Didn’t Fit Into Her World.

He Picked Some Unwise Words. Saying, “i’ll Enjoy Killing You For My Lord”, Is Just Not The Way To Make My Acquaintance.