Carrie Bradsaw is the writer. No one captures the lives of the lovelorn and the love-seeking in New York City better than columnist Carrie Bradshaw do...s. As fodder for her column, single and fabulous Carrie looks to the experiences of her best friends and her own. Never shying away from difficult or delicate subjects, Carrie has covered everything from emotional dependence to sexual independence. And somehow, through all her research and realizations, she's remained open to the possibility of. Hello I said, she started right in on me calling me a faggot whore for watching her do that guy, Telling me that if I didn't come back over now she would tell Alecia that I was fucking around on her and would ruin it for us. No you wouldn't dare, I said and then it dawned on me she would. The bitch had me by the balls persay and I loved my wife dearly and didn't want to lose her because of the bitch.Needless to say I arrived back at the bitch's house, she had her robe on and a stern look on her. "Well, sir," said Andrea, bowing to the banker respectfully, "may I hope?" You may not only hope," said Danglars, "but consider it a settled thing, if no obstacle arises on your part." I am, indeed, rejoiced," said Andrea."But," said Danglars thoughtfully, "how is it that your patron, M. de Monte Cristo, did not make his proposal for you?" Andrea blushed imperceptibly. "I have just left the count, sir," said he; "he is, doubtless, a delightful man but inconceivably peculiar in his ideas. He. . we do.”“I watched you last night,” Vanessa said, a yearning radiating from deep inside. “I wanted you so badly ... But what I really wanted was for someone to do that to me.”“That would kill you, you know,” Miranda mentioned, sounding very casual about such a dreadful topic.Vanessa laughed slightly. “Yeah...”“C’mon,” Murielle said, suddenly behaving more brightly. “Let’s lay down and talk about this.”“Lay down?” Vanessa asked, curious about what these two were up to. Vanessa had heard about.