Which, without a doubt, goes on record as the shittiest year I've had since the death of my mother.
No offense, Mom.
So my trip to Paris got canceled because I had to have electricians come and fix my poor hurt house (we have power now, though, yay!) and soon I will be but a myth and a bad dream to unsuspecting porn writers on Lit (beware the grammar hound - Wicked doth cometh) as I'm removing damn near everything from the site. But without further ado... here's chapter two. You guys know the drill. You comment and tell me what's good and what's bad. Have a safe and happy New Year, all!!
“Yeah, well… you tell me. Think I look better without them?”
Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy, somewhere just beyond my reach there's someone reaching back for me. Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat, it's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life. ~Bonnie Tyler