Sure Thing, Gumdrop. -scott

Cheshvan Starts Tonight," Rixon Said, "what Are You Doing Arsing Around In A Graveyard?" "thinking." "thinking?" "a Process By Which I Use My Brain To Make A Rational Decision.

What Little Light Was Left Inside Me Flickered Out.

Since We're Keeping It Primal, You Smell Good," He Observed. "it's Called A Shower...," I Began Automatically, Then Trailed Off. My Memory Snagged, Taken Aback By A Compelling And Forceful Sense Of Undue Familiarity. "soap, Shampoo, Hot Water," I Added, Almost As An Afterthought. "naked. I Know The Drill," Jev Said, Something Unreadeble Passing Over His Eyes.

The Patch I Knew Didn't Run From Anyone.

I Tended To Be More A Romantic Than A Realist, And Chose Blind Faith Over Cold Logic.