So, peoples. At least I didn't have such a big delay between chapters this time.

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SPOV

Once we were in the car, Bill – my ever loving husband, began hissing and snapping at me.

"Sookie! What the fuck were you thinking. You're so embarrassing! God Dammit! You were acting like a whore! I really ought to-" I stopped listening then. I learnt, long ago, that listening to Bill when he was angry didn't do anything.

I just simply nodded at him in reply, before Bill turned around to the wheel in the car, and drove off, rather fast. Neither of us spoke at all on the journey home, and even though I really didn't want it too, I found that my mind was drifting off to the mysterious Eric Northman.

I wondered if Bill knew him? What his job was? Where did he live? Did he have a girlfriend … but then if he did why had I walked in on him fucking that woman earlier? Was she his girlfriend? If she was, why in the hell was he flirting with me? Maybe he was single after all? Maybe he was just flirting with me because he liked me? But, after all, we hadn't done a hell of a lot of speaking during our short interactions. How could he have decided that he wanted to pursue me in that short space of time? Didn't he know that I was married … it was beside the point and therefore irrelevant, but you get my meaning.

Thinking about Eric Northman really wasn't doing me a hell of a lot of good … in fact, it was probably doing me a lot more harm than it was good, especially considering that our first meeting had involved me walking in on him having sex with some woman that I had never ever seen before in my life.

But then I had never ever seen Eric before today, and yet here he was consuming all of my thoughts. Needless to say, it wasn't very long until my thoughts began to wander to thoughts about his incredible body – which was fuckhot – even though I did only get a quick glance at it …

I had to stop myself there, before my thoughts drifted even further from the point. After all, I was married. Eric was probably just another dip in dash out sort of a guy … even though that fact really both pissed me off and turned me on all at the same time.

I was instantly yanked out of my thoughts, when Bill turned the car up into our drive. I immediately got out of the car – even before he had managed to fully stop it – and, after hastily unlocking the front door, I made my way into the library (that I had somehow convinced Bill to build, instead of putting in the boring as shit IT lab that he wanted to build, well I wouldn't mind having one computer or something but seriously! He wanted to build a whole computer fucking lab that was complete with all of the latest modern technology, that would undoubtedly could thousands of dollars to install in total, and it would be a constant open pit too as there would always be new technology. My library on the other hand, simply cost a trip down to the local B&Q for some wood to build shelves, as I already had a lot of books that I had wanted to put into it).

I just ignored the calls of Bill shouting after me, as he too came into the house, while I instead picked up one of my favourite books – an autobiography on Abraham Lincoln, I tuned into my iPod – which was playing some Nathan Carter, before I allowed myself to get lost in the world of 19th Century America.

This was one of my greatest pleasures in life, just sitting all alone in a quiet library, with my feet curled up underneath me, ignoring the rest of the world – especially when it wants to fuck with me – and getting lost in a good book, especially since I hadn't had very much education. However, as soon as I left Bon Temps, I was determined to get myself some real education, and I ended up studying History and Psychology at university, but that was another story for another day.

The library, even though it was small, had this weird spacious feeling about it, that was also present in the most of the house that Bill and I owned together. The curtains on the window were drawn back, allowing a little of the evening light to come in through the glass, and since it was warm in the room, I decided that I was going to open a window.

The cool crisp air gently flew in through it, bathing my hair and face, soothing me as it did so. Ahh. I thought to myself. This was the life.

"Sookie! I know that you are just fucking ignoring me – even though I am your HUSBAND and you have no fucking right to be doing that! But there is a bloody package for you lying out here!" Bill screeched up the stairs at me perhaps an hour after I had first abandoned him.

"Fine. I am coming now" I yelled back, angry that I was being interrupted by Bill. Perhaps I should give the name of Billius Interuptus.

Ah. That sounded like a good name for him, but I was suddenly yanked out of my thoughts once more by the sound of tyres screeching out of our driveway.

I walked as slowly as I could out of the library, along our landing area, down into the hall, before arriving at the back door, just for the pure reason that I know that it would annoy the absolute hell out of of my so-called loving husband, and also because our house was big, I knew that it would take a few moments before I arrived to collect my parcel from Bill.

And, that is another long story for you all, as to how Bill and I came to own this house, with the answer to that being, one night Tara, Amelia and me – the three stoogies, as some people liked to call us – while completely and utterly drunk, decided that it would be a good idea to buy a lottery ticket between the three of us. It turned out that this was the best idea that any of us ever had, so after we had split our winnings, I had decided – along with Billius Interruptus – that is, to buy this house, and to put the remaining money into the bank to use to pay the remaining mortgage off.

So far that plan had worked.

By this stage, I had made it down the stairs, and after opening up the front door, I found that there was indeed a package lying outside. Of course, Billy Bob wouldn't have brought it in for me. Because that would be the human thing to do.

After a few feeble attempts at opening up the package, I decided that I was going to have to go to the kitchen and get a knife in order to open it, so I scooped it up into my arms, and took it in with be, and four attempts later, I finally got it to open for me.

Inside of the blank cardboard box was a shoe box, and inside of of that shoe box was … a letter, which I eagerly pulled out of the box, and began to read – after I had opened it, of course.

The letter was from Amelia. Duh, I thought to myself. Who else would have sent me a shoe box in the mail? I laughed at myself.

"Hey, Sook" the letter read.

"I realize that I have probably led you on with the whole packaging thing, but I really wanted to show you what shoes I can afford now".

That note made me stop reading the rest of what she had written, and look at the edge of the box. Oh My Fucking Good God. Amelia had brought ZiGi Black Label Shoes. I am so going to be stealing … errr borrowing those off of her, I thought to myself as I turned my attention back to the rest of the letter.

"And yes I do realize that I could've just told you, but where's the fun in that."

Damn straight, I thought. Amelia and I love messing with each other. We've been friends ever since our first day of college together; I told her everything, just like she did with me. That changed when she moved away though. I hardly ever see her anymore, ever since we won that particular lotto ticket.

So peoples … I am going to cut it there, but I promise you that I will finish off the letter in the next chapter! Now I just need your reviews! LOL

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