Maybe there had been places in my town I'd never seen. Only owls and other strange birds could be heard up in the high trees as I walked slowly shiver...ng feel so cold. I kept my arms crossed as I walked with my head down.It must have been over twenty minutes until I finally saw people. They were hard to make out since it was so dark and only the moonlight lit the earth that night. It looked like two women waiting at a bus stop. That's strange, the city bus doesn't pass by here so late, I. Seeing it all without her clothes was something else. The look in her eyes told me so much, panic was but inches away and she needed reassurance. ‘Amy, you and I know what a great body you have. We could talk for hours about that mind of yours as well, but we both know that the only part of you I’m going to be touching is your shoulder, don’t we.’ That look she gave me was the same one as the one in the limo when I told her I lead when we dance. The build up to a smile came again, her eyes. The day of her birthday, I went out shopping and bought Stella a few small gifts to show I cared. Nothing fancy, nothing over-the-top, but things you’d expect a friend to get you for your birthday. I got her a couple CDs, DVDs, and a book that she told me she really wanted to read. I called Stella that afternoon to let her know what time I’d be by to pick her up, and she told me she couldn’t wait. On my way to her house, I stopped at a florist and bought her a dozen long-stemmed red roses. I. If I were to live on the profits from my novels, OR my syndicated musings alone, the middle class would be out of my reach. That will probably change when my third novel hits the shelves. Those who have read the first two are looking forward to the next entry in the series and that buzz will reignite sales on the first two. While I haven't pressed it, my agent is "negotiating" with a writer to prepare a screenplay for my approval for a movie deal. But that is years away, I suspect. I enjoy my.