"""""I'm really open to new ideas and interacting with other minds and personalities on an intellectual level. """""

Well, then you've definately come to the right place! I'm not a confident enought writer to add to your stories, but I'll definately read. Good to have ya!

Trinitie

not sure where a reply is supposed to go, so I'll just stick it here. Feel free to not read it. I'm bored.

A perfectly manicure brow arched skyward as she looked over the mess that was once a rather good lover of hers. Haley didn't scream...real women didn't raise thier voices up in high pitched shrills. No. Real women stepped over the body carefully and strolled into the back kitchen for a glass of wine. He always had wine. red. After the glass was devoured like a professional drunk, Haley wandered back into the front and looked back over the dead man's body. There was blood everywhere. Damn. That was an expensive area rug too. Not the cheap shit from Ikea or Bed Bath & Beyond. Real persian type quality threads. The stains would never come out. They never did. Haley thought a moment about kicking the body, just to be spitful for not being alive to give her a nice good romp in the hay. After all, why had she gotten out of bed to begin with? And now she had this to deal with? Bastard. Had to go and get himself killed. She had told him not go off on those stupid trips of his. But the day a man starts listenign to the wisdom of a woman will be the day hell freezes over and satan goes ice skating...