Channel Your Outrage ... Do That Which

She Wanted To Feel Safe. Untouchable In Her Home. The Ultimate Female Fantasy.

Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

I Have Come To Think Of Violence As A Self-perpetuating Mania Of The Power Of The Aggressive Over Those Less Strong.

High School Popularity Is So Fickle.

As A Pirate, She Once Undressed A Fencing Instructor Using Only Her Sword!