But there's a juicy artery in your groin," he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide. "Don't you talk dirty," I told him. "I won't listen to that.
I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry. "That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible." "Did the psychic think so?
You trust me?" Eric sounded surprised. "Yes." "That's . . . crazy, Sookie.
I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.
I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.
As the water pounded on my back, I reflected that I must be pretty simple. It didn't take much to make me happy. A long night with a dead guy had done the trick.
...But also because I find I really do…" He paused, as if he were about to say something outrageous. "I find I have feelings for you." "Oh," I said into his chest, sounding as astonished as Eric had(...)"Eric," I said, after a long pause, "I almost hate to say this, but I have feelings for you, too.
I drank lots of water and orange juice and took a multivitamin and iron supplement for breakfast, which was my regimen since Bill had come into my life and brought (along with love, adventure, and excitement) the constant threat of anemia.
My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.
There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.
My bullshit meter is reading that as 'false'.
Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.
I dipped into his brain. He wasn't happy that I wasn't wearing a bra, because my boobs distracted him. He was thinking I was a bit too curvy for his taste. He was thinking he'd better not think about me that way anymore. He was missing his wife.
As it was, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was out of my element. I found myself thinking of a book I'd left half-read at home and wishing I'd stuck it in my purse so I could pull it out now.
All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.
Sookie, my little bullet-sucker" Eric, my big bullshitter
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.
You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?
I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped
This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness
you have to play it out sometimes.
It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.
Sweetheart," Bill said formally, "I have always loved you, and I will be proud to die in your service. When I'm gone, say a prayer for me in a real church.
You take I-55 south, and you'll run into I-20. Or you could take..." I was about to be overloaded with information. "Oh that sounds just perfect. Let me do just that, or I'll lose track." Sure, glad I could help." Oh, you surely did." We beamed at each other, just two nice women. I had to fight an impulse to say "I have a tortured vampire in my trunk," out of sheer giddiness.
I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm. ............... It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood, and tortoiseshell buttons.
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