Agyar

Darkness, I think, has its own charm, as long as one can see well enough to avoid tripping over the furniture.

It`s never boring to be what you are.

Most amateurs at hand-kissing make it a bow, with eyes down. Properly, you should be looking at your intended the entire time, with an expression at once tender and slightly amused. The kiss ought to be a single touch of the lips, neither too short or too long; the actual caress is carried out by your hand squeezing hers - and oh, so delicately, so she isn`t quite certain if you have caressed her or not.

Oh, she`s not nearly as impatient as I am. Once I got so annoyed waiting for my bus, that I got on the next one that came by, just to be going somewhere.

"Just what are your intentions concerning my roommate?"
"I`m going to kidnap her and hold her for ransom."
"Really?" she said, appearing delighted. "How splendid."
"Or else I`ll put her in a cage and show her for money, but I think you`d be more suitable for that role."
She nodded. "Yes. The kidnapping is a much better idea."

If you love someone who doesn`t love you, you`re in her power, and power is what this is all about. With Kellem, power is always what it is about.

It is always strange to be in the grip of emotion and not know what that emotion is. Or, to put it another way, to have been through the sort of experience that ought to engender a strong response, to be waiting to feel that response.

Does it really matter what you feel when you do something? Does it somehow make a difference if you`re sorry when you go blasting your way over someone`s life like a locomotive over a papier-mach doll?