- How Is He In Bed? Gladiator

Ireland Is A Land Of Poets And Legends, Of Dreamers And Rebels. All Of These Have Music Woven Through And Around Them. Tunes For Dancing Or For Weeping, For Battle Or For Love.

People Tell Their Children There Are No Monsters In The World. They Tell Them That Because They Believe It, Or They Want The Child To Feel Safe. But There Are Monsters, Luke, All The More Frightening Because They Look Like People.

And Don’t Worry.” Bob, Carter’s Best Man And Colleague, Held Up A Notebook Computer. “i’ve Got It Handled On This End. And I Memorized The Vows Just In Case He Needs Me To Throw Him A Line.” “you’re A Treasure, Bob.” She Waited Until She Was Out Of Earshot To Laugh.

For Over A Year I Continued To Submit Mss, And Have Them Rejected - The Last Few With Rejection Letters Indicated The Story Was Pretty Good, But I Was American.

I Had That Hole In Me. That Empty Space...she Put It In Me, You Filled It...she Was Part Of My Life. You Are My Life. If I Have A Regret, It,s That Even For An Instant You Could Think Otherwise. Or That I Allowed You To. -roarke