THREE MONTHS HAVE GONE BY without the taste of Gabriel Storm in my mouth, the scent of his skin in my nostrils, the rush of his powerful body pounding into mine.

She breathes a soft sigh, and in the tried and true ways of time immemorial, she welcomes me home.

I shiver at the command. Why do I love the way he orders me around when I won’t stand the same from another man?

A zing travels up my arm from the contact. My nostrils flare, and I catch a whiff of her female scent. She may not wear perfume, but there’s a bewitching essence to her that ensnares my senses.

Pride? What are you talking about?” “You wear your independence like a badge of honor. Bound and determined to allow no man to take care of you.

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

The teacher must adopt the role of facilitator not content provider.

Money can be fickle, having a lasting relationship with a few and a brief fling with others, while just flirting with the rest of us.

The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.

The Eightfold Path is ordering the island of the tonal completely.

Let's protect and empower workers who actually drive our economy.

I actually would love to live in New York. But I need land; I need space. I'd love to move to a place where I could have a lot of land and a goat.

You should always celebrate your successes because someone else will celebrate your failures.

Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason.

To see both sides of a quarrel, is to judge without hate or alarm