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I'm a terrible liar. I lied to Sookie and now I'm paying for it. My first lie was that jerking off was just as much fun as sex. Let me say, now that I have some personal experience, it's not. After we got back from Sydney last week, I decided to see if I could do the whole monogamy thing; just for laughs. This has got to be the single worst week of my life. Sookie wasn't returning my calls so my attempt ended up a solo act.

I think my second lie is also affecting my sex life. I did what Sookie asked; I brought up dating to Alcide. I may have also mentioned to him that if he asked her out, I would crash the plane. He got the general idea that I was against that plan of action. I was glad we understood one another so well. Eight years of flying together would do that to two people.

Sookie approached me when she caught me waking up from my nap in the jump seat. She had this crazy hopeful look in her eyes and I had to dash it. I made up some bullshit excuse; I said he wasn't ready to date seriously after his divorce. The light completely disappeared from her eyes and she walked away looking completely rejected. After breaking her heart like that, I decided to walk in her shoes for as long as I could hold out. I was amazed I made it this long.

I didn't fly with Sookie on every trip and was thankful that this flight, the crew was made up of the two new stewardesses. If I got lucky, I'd get lucky with them both. If not, there was always the hot daddy's girl we were flying to a weekend in Cabo San Lucas. After a week of getting by with my own two hands, I could handle all three of them. At once.

While we were waiting, I propositioned both stewardesses to join me for a little fun at a nearby hotel. Alcide rolled his eyes as they both agreed amidst a fit of giggles. He was just being pissy since he wouldn't be getting any this layover. I would have offered to share, but I don't do group sex with other guys. Having sex with two girls at the same time is horse of a different color, so I wrapped an arm around each girl's shoulders and we walked off to find a room. It didn't take long; hotels are never far from airports.

After the kinkiest three hours of my life, I lay sandwiched between the two of them feeling completely unsatisfied. After sex with Sookie, we would talk and snuggle but these two just passed out on me. I thought I would feel different in this moment, that I'd feel better, or at least feel sexually satiated. But I didn't feel any of those things. All I wanted was to talk to Sookie, but she was on the opposite end of the country. If I read the flight schedule right, she was in New York for the weekend. After a little wiggling, I worked my way out from between the two unconscious blondes and into the shower. I felt disgusting and needed someplace solitary to think.

Despite my efforts in the bedroom, the minute the hot water hit me and I started to think about my shower with Sookie in Sydney, I was hard as a rock. I closed my eyes and wrapped my own hand around my length in an attempt at some relief. My palm and my cock were pretty well acquainted at this point; finding my happy place was more than easy. I just leaned against the tiled wall thinking of Sookie and in no time, I was coming again.

The rest of my shower did not go as well. I started to think about what Sookie would be doing in this moment. Was I the only pilot she would hook up with? Who was flying her crew to New York? Was he single and available for a little weekend getaway? She told me that she was only sleeping with me, but that she was looking for a real boyfriend type guy. Would that guy also have a set of wings? Shit, I had to stop thinking like this, it wouldn't get me anywhere.

After the shower from hell, the girls were still zonked out so I went next door to bother Alcide. We shot the shit for a while, watching some crappy Mexican soap opera. I didn't speak a lick of Spanish, but Alcide seemed to be able to follow. He was stationed in Texas for a while when he was in the Navy; he must have picked it up there. The silence only lasted so long before his curiosity got the better of him.

"Did you really just have sex with both flight attendants?"

"Yup. I think they're both more interested in each other though. They didn't really need my help for most of it." Not that it wasn't hot to watch.

"Do you feel fulfilled with your life? Didn't you ever imagine settling down with one girl?"

"Why have one when you can have them all?"

"You're one greedy son of a bitch, you know that? When Deb and I were still together, I loved coming home to my girl after a long shift."

"But didn't it get predictable and boring? My downtime is occupied with a new girl every few days, it never gets old."

"When you love someone, that person is the only one you ever need to feel right. You find ways to keep it fresh, it doesn't get stale unless you let it. Sex outside of that just feels wrong."

"You ever sleep around on Debbie?"

"Nope, but I did one night with my first wife. I was drunk as shit and woke up next to some chick that I met at a bar. I felt awful, and it wasn't from being hungover. But hey, maybe it's just me since I'm a one at a time kind of guy. I know eventually you'll find one girl who can keep your attention long enough. I think you already found her, you just won't admit it to yourself."

"You mean Sookie, don't you?"

"No, I'm talking about Blonde and Blonder next door. Of course I mean Sookie. The anger in your eyes when you told me she wanted to go out with me was so obvious, even Ray Charles could see it. Just ask her out; what's the worst that could happen?"

"Alc, I've got to admit something to you. I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. I don't think I'm cut out for relationships."

"So what, you're going to be the eighty year old guy sleeping with the orderlies at the nursing home?"

"Probably."

"Nope, you're not. You're going to be the eighty year old idiot pining over Sookie Stackhouse."

"Change the topic before I punch you out."

"You wouldn't be so angry if you just admitted to yourself that you're in love with Sookie. Denial has been making you very testy recently. And all of your anger is directed at me, I don't like it."

I didn't answer his question, since he had a valid point. Answering would only admit that I was wrong, and I never admitted I was wrong. Not to anyone. Not even myself.

"You wanna head down towards the resorts? I'm sure we could pick up a few girls between us."

"Is sex the only thing you ever think about?"

"Pretty much. Sex and flying. Sex while flying every now and then, but that's too fucking dangerous. Probably against FAA regulations to boot."

"I've got a challenge for you." Uh-oh. Alcide knew I'd never turn down a challenge. I was in trouble.

"And what would that be?"

"Let's head down to Cabo Wabo, as planned, but just go and have a good time. No hooking up with strangers; just drinking, dancing and then going home."

"What's the point of that? I'm not getting plastered on tequila to come back here and snuggle with you!"

"So instead of enjoying the nightlife, you're going to sit here and mope because Sookie's not here? You're fully capable of having fun without having sex."

"I'm not so sure about that. Why don't we go to the club with the Bobblehead Twins and see if you can score with them as easily as I did?"

"I don't need to have sex to enjoy a night out. I can enjoy the liquor and dancing without having to take a girl home with me. But if you're too big a pussy to go out tonight..."

"Watch yourself, Herveaux."

"Cross your legs, Northman, your vagina is showing."

"Fine, we'll get all dressed up, go to a nightclub, dance with women with loose morals and not have sex with them."

"Exactly. I knew you'd see it my way eventually."

And that's how I ended up at the most popular nightclub in Cabo on a mission not to get laid. It was harder than I thought considering all of these college girls were on vacation, looking to find a one night stand to tell all their friends about when they got back home. I know I'm sexy, and I was dressed to kill. Girls were coming up to me all night to buy me a shot and flirt a little. Well, flirt a lot. I'd take their drinks, dance a few songs and then walk away. It was torture, but they rebounded quickly, looking for the next hottest guy to take back to their hotel.

Around two in the morning, Alcide and I finally reconnected and decided to head back. The cab ride back to the hotel was silent, as we were both sobering up a bit. Back under the obnoxious fluorescent lights of the hotel room, the remainder of my buzz wore off. When Alcide pulled his shirt off, I noticed he had lipstick kisses all over his face and neck, so I called him out on it.

"Oh, I hooked up in the bathroom with this redheaded girl. I said you couldn't have sex, not that I wouldn't."

I really wanted to punch him out. Whatever happened to solidarity between brothers? I went to bed pissed off at the world. I tossed and turned for a while, not able to find a comfortable position or to get my mind to turn off. Looking at the clock, I figured out the time difference. Cabo was only two hours behind New York so calling Sookie at this hour would be rude. In my head, she was tucked away in bed in her own hotel room, sound asleep. With my luck, she was fucking whichever pilot was flying her crew. I shut my eyes and willed myself to sleep, hoping for a little rest before we had to fly out the following night.

After flying for a few consecutive days, Terry decided to give me a break. It was nice to have two straight days off; it was plenty of time to straighten things up around my apartment and run some errands around town. The warm weather had finally made itself known in Shreveport and I was ecstatic to drive around with the top down.

All my thoughts as of late were consumed by Sookie. I hadn't even spoken to her since the flight home from Sydney. I just wanted to know she was okay, to know if she was happy. Alcide was right, I was turning into a woman. I was obsessing over Sookie in a way I never had before. I sent her text messages every now and then but she didn't respond. She was probably working, too busy to make time for the man who taught her everything she knew about sex.

I was out to dinner with my sister when she finally got back to me. I didn't see Pam much considering she lived in LA, the city, and I lived in LA, the state. She was in town to crush a company under her palm, what she referred to as merging. She had arranged for us to have dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in town; a place so expensive, even I didn't take girls there.

I need to see you. Are you still in Shreveport?

My darling Sookie wanted to see me? No, she needed to see me! Oh this was just the boost my ego needed. I must have worn my happiness on my sleeve since Pam called me on it immediately.

"Let me guess, you're ditching your only sister to go get laid."

"Be honest, Pammy, you're be ditching me right after dinner to sample the local flavor yourself."

"I was going to invite you out with me. The two of us together are a force to be reckoned with. We'd have the entire club in bed before closing."

"Not interested tonight, sorry. Raincheck for the next time I'm in Cali?"

"Of course. Why don't you head out, dinner's on me. Technically it's on my boss. If anyone asks, you're a perspective client."

"You got it. Love you, little sister."

I got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Before I could leave the parking lot, I called Sookie back to see what her story was. One ring and she answered. This girl was desperate for me, I knew it.

"Hello?"

"Well, good evening Sookie. What's this about you needing to talk to me?

"Hey sweetie, nothing much, just out to dinner with Bill."

Bill? Who the fuck was Bill? And since when did she call me sweetie? "Are you alright? Are you being held hostage or something?"

"Oh no! That's terrible! I'll leave dinner right away. What hospital are you at?"

We were definitely not having the same conversation. And then it all clicked. "You're on the date from hell and need an out. I'm fifteen minutes from home, I'll text you my address. You know your way around Shreveport, right?"

"Of course! Just text me the address and I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"You got it, gorgeous. See you soon."

Well, I was so damn glad I cleaned my apartment yesterday. I got the feeling that Sookie was the type of girl who liked things neat and tidy. I pushed my 'Vette as hard as it could go to get back before her. She said she was farther away than I was, but I still wanted to insure that I got there first. I gave my home the once over, to make sure nothing was out of place. I set out a few candles, setting a nice mood in the hopes that Sookie was looking for a little action. There was a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge, which would help loosen things up a bit if necessary.

Just as I checked my hair and clothes for the tenth time, there was a knock at the door. I looked at the mirror, shaking my head. My transformation from ladies' man to lady was almost complete. I opened the door and there was my goddess in the flesh, Sookie Stackhouse, looking lovely as ever. Her hair was down for once, curled to within an inch of it's life and her dress clung to all her curves; she was the incarnation of perfection.

"Sookie, come on in."

"Thanks. I really appreciate you helping me out there. I don't know anyone else in Shreveport, and if I came home this early to Bon Temps, my Gran would know something went wrong. She's the one that set me up on this date and I'd hate to disappoint her."

"I live to serve you, my dear. Rough night? Would you like a glass of wine?"

"I'd love one. Thank you."

I went in the kitchen, corking the bottle and pouring two glasses. When I came back to the living room, she was looking at all the pictures I had hanging on the wall. I was a big fan of nostalgia; my apartment was decorated with pictures of family and friends. I came up behind her, handing her a glass. She took it with a smile and went back to the photos.

"This woman is in a lot of pictures. Who is she?"

"That's my sister Pam. She lives in Los Angeles and specializes in mergers and acquisitions for some big business firm. She lives for the power. She's actually in town; I was out to dinner with her when you called."

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for you to cancel your plans. I'm sure you don't get to see your sister enough."

"Trust me, a few hours with Pam is plenty. We both have very type A personalities; we can only tolerate so much of each other. I'm much happier with your company."

I sat down on the couch and indicated for her to join me. She looked over the last few frames before sitting down.

"Do you want to talk about your date? What was so terrible?"

"Oh, Eric, he's the most boring man on the face of the planet. My Gran knows his grandmother through a church group and thought he would be the man of my dreams. He's a true Southern gentleman, but he's so dull! He works with computers and that's all he talked about. He spent like twenty minutes telling me about his character in this stupid online game. And he was staring at my tits the entire time."

"Well they are spectacular and on full display."

"Well, yeah, I know how to catch a guy. But at least have the decency to not blatantly stare. It's like he's never been on a date with a girl before."

"He probably hasn't."

She had a good laugh before taking another sip of her wine. Sookie and I had never really hung out before, and it felt really comfortable. We chatted for a little while longer. She did go out with her pilot in New York. Stan Davis had gone the whole nine yards for her, tickets to a Broadway show, dinner at a fancy steak house and a hotel room with a view of Central Park. Too bad he couldn't perform in the bedroom. She was laughing so hard while retelling his pitiful attempts at pleasure, that tears were pouring down her face. Two terrible dates and she's right back in my arms.

"This is nice, just spending time together."

"Oh, Eric, you don't have to try that hard. I was going to sleep with you anyway."

"I was being serious. I like hanging out with you. You're so easy to talk to. I stopped playing games after our first time sleeping together. You're one of only two women I actually act like myself around." Where was this coming from? I only had one glass of wine, there was no way my alcohol tolerance was this low.

She was about to reply when her phone started ringing. She didn't look happy at the caller ID, but answered with a warm voice. It was her grandmother, inquiring about her date. She kept it brief, bending the truth slightly. She admitted to bailing on the date, but said she was seeing a friend. Maybe she wasn't lying, maybe she did consider me a friend. After telling her Gran not to wait up for her, they ended the conversation.

"That woman worries about me too much. She just doesn't want me to end up alone. She thinks I've given up on finding a decent guy and will end up as some crazy cat lady."

"Why would she think that? You're still young and out there looking for love."

"After my breakup with JB, I went out and adopted a cat. I just needed to feel the unconditional love of a pet. My first cat, Tina, passed away a few months ago. I was ready for a new kitten. Bubba's the cutest thing on the planet; he's mostly black with little white paws. You probably don't care about my cat, do you?"

"I just like hearing you talk. You could read me the phone book and I'd listen." Definitely need to hand in my man card. I wonder who collects them? Is there a central address where you just mail your masculinity away?

"You like me, don't you?"

"I like having sex with you. I like talking to you. So, yeah, I like you."

"Man, I wish there was a guy with your bedroom abilities but who could be a considerate boyfriend. You're not the right guy for me, Eric, I'm sorry. I know what I need from a guy and you can't give it to me."

Ouch. At least she was honest, but she could have sugar coated that a little bit more. I think I was done having this conversation.

"Well then why don't we move things into the bedroom, where I can give you what you need."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Before I could get off the couch, she was in my lap. She wrapped her arms around my next and we started making out, hot and heavy. She had my shirt off within seconds, attacking my neck and chest with her kisses. I slipped her dress over her head easily, throwing it to the other end of the couch so it didn't get in my way. I made sure her legs were at my hips and stood up. She wrapped them around my waist and I walked us into my bedroom. After remembering that I had, in fact, changed the sheets this morning, I tossed Sookie down on the mattress. I was dying to get between her legs but she sat up quickly, giving me a questionable look.

"Do you have any condoms?"

I didn't want to but I couldn't help laughing out loud at her question. Really, did she think for one minute that I wouldn't be fully stocked? Seriously, I should take stock in Trojan, or they should pay me for advertising. I couldn't even form a complete sentence to answer her.

"Top drawer."

When she opened the drawer of my nightstand, I remembered what else was in there. I was praying to every God that Sookie kept an open mind. When she picked the black Neoprene cuffs up, it took her a minute to figure out what she had in her hands. But when it clicked, it was written all over her face.

"You're into bondage?"

"Uh, sometimes?" What a bullshit answer that was. I just didn't want her to freak out. What can I say, some girls just like being tied to the head board. It kept things interesting.

"Oh, would you be willing to use them on me?"

I think I needed a little help picking my jaw up off the floor. This girl would never stop surprising me.

"Um, yeah, sure, I guess. If that's what you want."

"I've always wanted to try it, but my ex was lame like that. How do these work?"

I needed to collect my thoughts for a moment before I spontaneously combusted all over the bed. I knew she wasn't a delicate flower or anything, but I never would have pegged Sookie as having kinky thoughts. The cuffs were soft, as to not irritate the wrists, and secured with Velcro. They connected together with a D-ring on one and a clasp on the other. They were perfect; easy in, easy out.

I wrapped them around Sookie's wrists unconnected so she could get used to the feel. I didn't want them to be too tight and cut off her circulation. I laid her back down flat on the mattress, covering her body with my own. It was my turn to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, alternating between being sweet and rough, biting her sensitive flesh. She was moaning, begging incoherently; the perfect moment to lift her arms above her head and secure the cuffs around the rails of my headboard. She tested the clasp, looking up towards her hands as she pulled at them.

"Do you have a blindfold too? That would make this even more fun."

Floored. I don't know how she consistently shocked me, but she did. Everyday with Sookie was new and exciting. Was this what Alcide was talking about?

"Yeah, I have something we could use. Give me a second to find it."

I looked Sookie over once again before I got off the bed. I knew she was unbelievably beautiful before, but the sight of her bound naked to my bed was doing serious things to me. I wanted to ravage her body until the sun came up, and then go at it some more. I found an old tie in my closet, a disgusting designer piece of crap that Pam had given me years ago. I have never worn it, so might as well put it to good use.

I turned back towards the bed to see Sookie staring me down. She had a hunger in her eyes that I had never seen before. It made me contemplate even using the blindfold since I wouldn't get to see the emotion play out in their sparkling blue depths. Did I really just think that? Not one week ago I was nailing two flight attendants whose names I didn't even know and now I'm waxing poetic about Sookie's blue eyes. I really needed to get laid and now.

I kissed her hard before wrapping the tie around her eyes. I tied it securely on the side of her head so the knot wouldn't be digging into her skull all night. I waved my hand in front of her face to make sure she couldn't see anything. When she didn't respond, I pinched one of her perfect nipples. That made her arch off the bed with a sharp inhale. Glad to see I still have it.

"Without your sight, every touch will feel magnified. Just remember, if you want out of this, all you have to do is say so."

"Great. Fine. Just give me more now, please."

My cock twitched as she spoke, the begging tone in her voice sending shivers down my spine. I was happy she couldn't see a damn thing since I didn't want her to see me acting like a total wuss. She had me pussy whipped without even trying.

I used my mouth on her other breast, letting my fingers get back to what they were doing before I had to go and open my big mouth. She was crying out but I could still hear the metal links of the cuffs clanging against the headboard. She was desperate for something to hold on to; she loved digging her fingers into my hair when I attacked her body like this. It all added to the sensations of what she was feeling. Her happy noises and soaking wet sex were indication that she liked what I was doing.

My hand left her breast to pay her some attention elsewhere. I plunged two fingers into her, at the perfect angle to hit her g-spot while playing with her clit with my thumb. There were tons of benefits to having large hands, and that was just one of them. I curled along her side while letting my fingers do the work for me. After our exotic romps, I knew exactly how to get Sookie off. I kissed her neck in a trail that led straight to her ear. Once I got to my destination, I whispered a slew of nasty thoughts, teasing the shell of her ear with my teeth in between sentences.

Goosebumps had broken out along her skin and her breathing was erratic. She was thrashing on the bed in a desperate attempt to create more contact with me. Any idiot with a pulse could tell she was close, but I was going to be the bastard that drew this one out. I slowed my fingers, purposely avoiding all the sensitive spots she wanted me to hit. That got a bad reaction from her and my Southern Belle forgot all her manners. I had never heard such vile curse words leave her lips but it was a fucking turn on. She cursed me out, using every name in the book, and started begging me to get her off.

"Please, I just want to come. Please, Eric, I need you so fucking bad."

That's what I was waiting for, what I wanted to hear more than anything. I kissed her lips deeply as I gave her exactly what she wanted. She broke the kiss to scream as her orgasm crested; her entire body trembling under my expert touch. As her body started to relax, I pulled my fingers out of her, sucking her juices off of them. I gave her a second to compose herself before returning to her ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you now? Do you want me to be rough with you? I'll fuck you like no man ever has before, or ever will again. I'll make you crave my touch, make it so that every time you see me, you'll need me to take you right then and there. Is that what you want, Sookie?"

"It's how I already feel. I can't even be around you without getting wet. Please, I need you so bad right now."

I nearly came with that declaration. Willing my body to calm down, I got a condom out of the drawer and rolled it on. I looked down at her naked body, still shaking after that orgasm and covered in a light sheen of sweat. She tried dating, but every time she came crawling back to me. It was a powerful feeling to have confirmation of my sexual skills. I knew she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. The physical part of this I could handle. Who needed the emotional part anyway?

I was trying to think of a position Sookie and I hadn't tried. I rolled her on her side, spooning behind her. As I ran my hand down her side, I could feel her impatience growing. Her breath rate had increased and she was rubbing against me.

"I know you like to cuddle, but I need more, right now. Please, Eric, I'm begging you. Give me what I need, please."

I snickered at the thought that this was just a cuddle. I lifted her leg, thrusting into her in one smooth motion. She cried out, pulling against the cuffs and throwing her head back against my shoulder. I braced a hand against her hip, wrapping the other around her shoulders. I used them both to pull her against me. After guiding her at first, she seemed to pick up the rhythm. She worked her hips with mine, creating that perfect timing that so few can manage. Even after only a few exchanges, our bodies knew each other perfectly; my Sookie was a star pupil.

She wrapped her top leg around mine, using it for extra leverage. She didn't even have to beg for more, but I gave it to her anyway. Now that we were on the same page, my hand left her hip to seek out the bundle of nerves tucked between her legs. The combination of what my cock and fingers were doing was too much for her and she tensed against me, screaming out in pure bliss to anyone who was listening. Her muscles contracting all around me was too much to take. I bit down on her shoulder as I came buried deep inside her.

We were a mess, a beautiful disaster, the perfect example of well fucked. She was mumbling while coming down and I had to strain to hear what she was saying.

"Please untie me."

I snapped into action, afraid that she was hurt from pulling against the cuffs too hard. As I ripped the tie off her head, she must have seen the panic in my eyes.

"Relax, I just wanted to be able to wrap my arms around you. That was amazing, don't worry. I'm fine."

She urged me to lie back down, curling up along my side. She had her legs wrapped around one of mine, her head resting on my chest. As she ran her fingers along my chest, she stopped and placed her hand over my heart.

"Jesus, Eric, your heart is racing! What just happened?"'

"I thought you got hurt or something. I'd feel awful if I hurt you like that."

She kissed me sweetly on the mouth, teasing my lips with her teeth. If she was trying to get me to calm down, she was going about it all wrong. I'd have to admit, though, that having Sookie in my arms and kissing like this did feel amazing.

"If you had hurt me, I wouldn't have asked nicely to be let down. I'd be kicking you in the balls and cursing you out to get my point across."

She smiled and all my anxiety melted away. I couldn't help but laugh and smile along with her.

"I should be going. My Gran waits up for me when I go out. Don't want to keep her up too late."

She kissed me again, a little deeper than before, letting her tongue tease mine. She ran her fingers through my hair and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her to pull her closer.

"We should shower first. We're covered in sweat and probably smell like sex."

"Nope. I want to smell you on me all night. Is that weird?"

"A little, but I won't complain. It makes my inner caveman happy."

She smiled and climbed off of me, walking across my apartment naked to find her dress and underthings that were left behind on the couch. It was a sight I wanted to burn in my head. I was so wrapped around her little finger. She leaned against my door frame, completely dressed a few minutes later.

"Come let me out?"

I pulled on my boxers and walked her to my front door. Before she could open it, I pushed her against it for a breathtaking kiss. Just a little something to remember me by.

"Text me once you get home so I know you got there safe."

"You got it, Captain. Good night."

"Night."

I watched her drive away feeling more than a little bummed out. I really wanted her to spend the night, but understood she couldn't keep her Gran waiting like that. I contemplated a shower, before opting to curl back up in bed and watch a little television while I waited for her text. If she was keeping my scent on her all night, I would be glad to do the same.

An hour later my phone buzzed with a message. Home safe and sound. Thanks for an amazing time.

I shut off the TV and got ready for bed, hoping for Sookie flavored dreams. I ditched my usual pillow for the one she had used, inhaling deeply before falling asleep. Yep, definitely had to mail in my man card in the morning.

A/N2: Anyone need a digital smoke after that? I like my lemons of the extra zesty variety and seek to come up with new and creative situations for these two every week! I am open to suggestions if you have any. If you feel really strongly about your idea, feel free to bid on me in the Support Stacie Auction! A Terminal Attraction outtake is up for bids! Send Eric and Sookie anywhere you want and make them do ANYTHING! Just don't get any ideas from seastarr08's Mira and Bill. If you don't get that reference, stop missing out and go read The Amateur.

TA goes back to it's regular posting cycle next Saturday, April 3rd. I really really hope to have a Dixie chapter for you before that!