It was a beautiful night the wind swayed

It was a beautiful night the wind swayed through Amy's hair but then her little little brother James started to hit the wind. and suddenly

time stopped. James has hit the wind in exactly the right spot. Amy looked at her parents in the front seat, they were frozen, trapped by time in mid-conversation. "Amy?" said

James. "Time has stopped." Amy opened the door. Strange, they'd been doing 75 on the freeway, but she could step out of the car. "Amy, we will be stuck here until you make out with

The hobo then got up and wipe the puke off of his shirt. He then gave me a wink and said,"Ready when you are babe." Even before I kissed him I could taste the vomit in my mouth.

"Let me stop you there Miss McCallum. We here at Naughty Romances don't think you've understood our niche market." I looked into the editor's eyes."Couldn't I tweak the proposal?"

The Naughty Romances editor's eyes darkened in anticipation. "Sure, sweetheart. You can tweak it all day long." Oh. So it was like that, was it? I, Miss McCallum, would not stoop

to my editors advances. If only Darrel from accounting with his wavy gold mane, tan pecs and pirate shirt, would sweep away me, Miss McCallum, from all this.

Nancy stirred the bubbles with her foot. Took a sip of merlot and crunched on an ice cube. She'd played it safe for too long. Tomorrow; tomorrow she vowed her sweet Darrel would be

buried far below the boat docks. Sluggo would be implicated of course, but she could use that to coerce him into the elopement which had eluded her grasp years before.