There Were Not So Many

I Have Been Threatened Occasionally. But That Happens To Everybody Who Is Writing This Kind Of Things. Threats Will Come Without Fail. It Might Happen To The Most 'innocent' Texts. If It Gets Too Much We Call The Police.

Faste Knew Better Than To Argue With A Doctor, Since They Were The Closest Things To God's Representatives Here On Earth.

We Need To Have A Talk On The Subject Of What's Yours And What's Mine.

She Had Been Sharing A House With Him For A Week, And He Had Not Once Flirted With Her. He Had Worked With Her, Asked Her Opinion, Slapped Her On The Knuckles Figuratively Speaking When She Was On The Wrong Track, And Acknowledged That She Was Right When She Corrected Him. Dammit, He Had Treated Her Like A Human Being.

There's Always Someone Willing To Believe Malicious Rumours.