It was another country. It was a country for the young, a country where you died before you got old.
The Dream ThievesWords are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
An Essay on CriticismWhere you been, girl?” Harvey answered. “I’ve been sendin’ you twits for the last hour.
An Ex to Grind in DeadwoodAgony's Plot A zephyr skimmed across my creamy skin gently kissing where the sun had been....
Enigmatic EvolutionMy life looked good on paper - where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.
Experience: A MemoirDrink from the fountain of love where every drop is eternal passion.
Ebony Encounters: A Trilogy of Erotic TalesWhen you have no real power, go public -- really public. The public is where the real power is.
A Fighting ChanceWhen you have no real power, go public—really public. The public is where the real power is.
A Fighting Chance