The moonlight bathed the clearing in a soft light as I approached the log where an arrow shot by Neda, landed at my feet. Singing drifted through the ...ir, the leaves on the trees seemed to join in and enticed me to step beyond the log. With each step, the singing took on an erotic rhythm and the presence of a potent aphrodisiac was having an effect on me.After walking for another five minutes, I saw Neda and two other nymphs dancing sensually in a circle. Their naked bodies softly illuminated. The combination of nicotine and the warm burn of alcohol put him in a pleasant mood. The falling snow grew heavier, and with great reluctance, he dragged himself from the warm hot tub. Tom walked barefoot through the snow, into the warm embrace of the living room with its massive fireplace. He padded up the marble staircase, dripping water the whole way. The maid would take care of the mess in the morning. Leisurely, he entered his bedroom, changed into his Sheriff uniform, put on his badge,. "What I would change more than anything else is to have a more free wheeling sex life. I don't remember the last time I had a really good, toe curling orgasm from anything other than my fingers. Joel goes through the motions, shoots his wad and rolls over and goes to sleep. It is always the same thing for us. I have guys still look me over and make passes at me, but I know I shouldn't take them up on their moves and it can get dangerous. I just wish Joel would act like a man and care about my. C'mon Jan, it was your standard California earthquake. Well of course it's all over the news, it's an official natural disaster. There is no need for you to drop everything and fly home. Just imagine that conversation with your agent, your editor, and the publisher - exactly. Look, I'm fine, the house is fine, and the rest of the houses in the neighborhood are fine - really. No, I haven't been out to the garage yet. Yes, you're probably right; I wouldn't be surprised at all if some stuff fell.