You are the author of hope for young women. You write Romance—books that give hope to women who feel they are being overlooked by love. Romance has ...happy endings. So, again, I ask what is the matter? It can’t be Sal. The change here isn’t just a lack of optimism. It’s something fundamental to romance. Tell me, Meghan, how is the young man you’ve been writing me about—Bill Hamilton? I would have thought he would have come up to the city with you.’ Bingo. She had got it in one. She knew me better. " I suppose that beats walking, but would you care to show me how you canchange?"After I shrugged off the shoulder bag, I stood up and changed tounicorn. "Like that." That is a bloody great horn," John said and reached out to touch it. Ishied away from him."Don't be a fool, John. You know how it is with unicorns. You are notqualified to touch one." You mean that's for real?" Aye, it is. Only a virgin can touch a unicorn. Anyone else winds upwith an ass's hoof instead of a hand. You can change. "That's what I get for thinking." he thought as he let his hand gently stroke the soft brown hair of the girl sleeping next to him. "Had all that nonsense not happened, I never would have met her."She stirred a bit next to him and blinked her eyes open. She looked up into his eyes and smiled."God, she has the sweetest smile." Timothy thought. "And those eyes, who'd a thought that eyes that red existed."Kinatazi Gesiank did indeed have red eyes, the deep dark red of a ruby. She thought nothing. Our next meeting was set for Sunday. A private brunch; something fun and interesting and enabling us to take things to the next level if we wished. Something that would allow her to sit back and enjoy, a chance to speak more honestly than we could in public, but also to be led to her own pleasures. It was agreed that I would show up with our brunch. So I spent Saturday shopping -- for farm fresh eggs for poaching, lox and fresh bread. I also picked up some champagne and orange juice for.