But then again the guy in the Blue Armani suit, three thousand dollar rolex and a shirt hand-sewn in Paris, didn't do much good either. After all a girl can only give so many pints of blood a week, and this dude bit at least once a day. Unimaginative too, couldn't he occassionally bite me somewhere other than my neck. Heck it's all bruised to High Wafham and he _still_ goes for the same spot, _every time!_ After him, of course, was Marty. Mr. Outdoors himself, the king of I-love-to-run-naked-through-the-woods-hunting-during-the-full-moon. I'm still trying to get the hair out of my teeth after kissing him for ten seconds. I tell you, good men are just so hard to find... 2007-03-17T03:20:54Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/375 <p>:) Thank you</p> <p>S.J.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/375?basename=214 2007-03-17T03:20:54Z SJHundak/S.J.Willing http://ficlets.com/authors/sjhundak <p>This is great&#8230; really funny!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/375?basename=143 2007-03-15T23:53:20Z Saffron http://ficlets.com/authors/saffron