How did your trip to Nashville go?" My meeting was fine. Oh God, I missed having you lying next to me every night. I'll be glad when I can hold you an...d make love to you again." Then Ami heard him chuckling, "How'd you like the book?"She blushed, then whispered "My toy and I loved it! Now, will you please change the subject? I'm getting more turned on than I'd like to be here." Ok, I won't ask anymore until you're home. See you when you get here. I love you. Good-bye." I love you too darling.. Streeter used at the University of Illinois so she could publish her own poems," I said."So this dark, bloody, and violent poetry was written by one of your teachers?" Anna asked as she shared the paper with Mom."I don't know anymore. I confronted Ms. Streeter and she was real cagey about answering anything. Then she told me she had entered me again this year. I didn't think any more about it because I didn't have any new poetry. Then one day Nicki asked me why I hadn't read any of her poetry. Yeah I know those voids don't last that long but try telling an addict like me. I became grateful for the old "classics", re-reading my favorite stories kept the walls of the void from closing in.Every night, like my poor fellow addicted kinsmen, I could be found at my computer gleaning through new stories. We are constantly searching for that new "classic", always hoping to find one, bringing relief to the drought of many disappointing nights.An idea for a new story came to mind and I thought. .oooooooohhh..."X: Jelly Gum DropsTamara's gaze once again lingered upon herself as she stared into thehotel room's full-length mirror.Her smooth hands ran slowly around the feminine curves of her bare,sexy body. She remained quite astonished as to how far removed shenow was from the boy she used to be. She dimly remembered how TimothyPortnoy looked in the days before he came to Bullchester. Howsocially awkward he was. How close he was to his mother compared tohis late father.Tamara's gaze.