”“I just might do that,” the driver said.Betsy said, “If you’ve got enough time to read a couple of books, then I’d say that you’ve got ...lenty of time to work on writing one.”“I guess I do,” the driver said.While Betsy walked off, he mumbled, “Joe Average ... that’s stupid. Anyman ... no Everyman ... no, that’s not a name. I can break that up into two names, Eve Ryman. Yeah, I like that. Detective Eve Ryman ... yeah ... that’s good.”Several years later, an up and coming author was on a talk. "You were wonderful last night. I should take advantage of you in your sleep more often."Thule let his hand fall to stroke her bottom, "I think I prefer you wait until I can remember it."Dawn kissed his chest, "How's your memory working this morning?"Thule laughed and groaned, "I promised I would meet with a client at ten thirty. And, I have to follow up with Kale." What do you have to follow up with Kale on?"Thule paled, "Oh, Jesus. I just assumed you knew. Ioke's missing."Dawn sat up, "She. In the midst of this diffused shadowland on the dais lay the tigress she-witch he had chosen from the harem. She was moaning softly and writhing slowly as if the burning in her loins was moving through her body, becoming one great ache of desire needing to be satiated. She had been waiting for her lord since that afternoon when the lesser satyrs had begun to prepare her. She had been fed the finest of aphrodisiacs and delights to the palate, her bath was prepared with crushed lavender and. ”“So what do I do?”“Focus on your interior life,” I said. “That is the most important place to start, and something I can certainly help you with.”“Did you just say you wanted to be inside me?” she smirked.I laughed, “That’s perhaps the most perverse interpretation of ‘interior life’ I’ve ever heard!”“Sorry, but based on our last conversation, it just seemed like the thing to say! I was pretty sure you were OK with being goofy.”“Very much so! I was just surprised because we were having a.