You're Excuses Are So Lame

Summerset, Don't You Ever Sleep?" "it's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke Dropped His Briefcase, Grabbed Summerset By The Lapels. "has She Been Hurt? Where Is She?" "a Nightmare. She Was Screaming." Summerset Lost His Usual Composure And Dragged A Hand Over His Hair. "she Won't Cooperate. I Was About To Call Your Doctor. I Left Her In Her Private Suite." As Roarke Pushed Him Aside, Summerset Grabbed His Arm. "roarke, You Should Have Told Me What Had Been Done To Her." Roarke Merely Shook His Head And Kept Going. "i'll Take Care Of Her.

I Find I Use The Internet More And More. It's Just An Invaluable Tool. I Do Most Of My Research On The Net Now - And Certainly Do The Bulk Of My Communicating Through Email.

Make A Life With Me, One That Comes From Love, One That I Can Watch Grow In You. Only A Fool Would Believe That What Comes From What We Have Together Would Be Anything But Beautiful.

I Won't Consider Getting Horizontal With Someone I Can Barely Tolerate When We're Vertical.

Even A Good Place Gets To Be A Rut, Especially If You're Standing In It Alone... Alone And Lonely Have The Same Root.