What's That?" He Asked, When

Since I’m Presuming You Don’t Mean You Finally Bought Him A Leash, Let Me Say Simply That There Is A Big Difference Between Allowing An Animal To Ravage You And Allowing Yourself To Be Ravaged. One Is Common. The Other Is Art. It Is Planned. Crafted, Even. Only Capable Of Being Done By A Master.

Happy Birthday." Adrian Came To A Sudden Halt. The Words Were Soft And Small, Spoken Tentatively, But Easily Discerned By Vampire Ears. Slowly, He Turned Around And Found Jill Mastrano Standing Shyly Before Him.

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.

You Should've Just Gotten A Kids' Meal.” Adrian Told Me, Pointing To My Half-eaten Burger And Fries. “you Could've Saved Me A Lot Of Money. And Gotten A Toy.

The Best Jury Of Your Peers That You’ll Ever Find Is…well, You. Only You Know What You’re Capable Of And What You Want To Be.