One of my favourite parts of the book i'm reading:

"What is it?" He asked to her puzzled expression as he stood in the buff right in front of her. "You don't think i'm reasonably endowed?"
"You're..." she swallowed, her mouth a little dry after surveying his manhood, "perfectly endowed."
Her puzzled expression wasn't puzzlement at all but rather bewilderment. She had a slightly embarrassing issue that was an elephant in the room, at least for her. How do you tell someone you're a virgin? How do you tell someone you're a virgin after acting like wanton woman hell bent on seducing him?
"What is it?" He asked as he climbed onto the bed next to her, his hand gliding over her bare leg for she was also naked. "You can tell me." It was a half whisper as his lips found her warm neck and began softly kissing the nape.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed the tingles of pleasure his lips always brought her. It was hard to concentrate on figuring out just exactly how to confess her secret to him.
Eventually she managed to find enough resistance from within herself to push him away slightly. "I did to tell you something."
Her blue eyes widened as they looked into his passion laced brown eyes. She looked as excited as he was, he noted, but he could see that there was something clearly holding her back. He curbed his urges to pull her on top of him, put on his patient face, and awaited to hear what she had to say.
"I'm a virgin." The words tumbled out fast and all at once.
A smile tugged at his lips. "No..." He said. "I don't believe that."
Her cheeks flushed scarlet red and she wished the ground would swallow her up.
Then his hand was upon her again, caressing her hip, his fingers drawing circles on her skin. He leaned in and kissed her lips and was surprised... Her usual talented, quivering in pleasure, soft lips resembled a teenagers: slightly nervous and unsure.
"Seriously...?" He whispered with his lips half an inch away from hers.
She nodded. She couldn't manage words for the crazy wanting of his lips on hers she was feeling.
With one swift movement he pulled her naked body on top of his and held her close. She wriggled against him, fitting perfectly on top of his muscular body, and rest her head on his chest.
"You don't act like a virgin..." He stated. Her foreplay earlier in the night was...
She heard his heart beat change into a faster rhythm and immediately knew what images had sprung to his mind.
"I said i'm a virgin, not that i'm deprived of all sexual interaction. I just haven't had sex...yet." She raised her head to look at him. "But I want to..." She sat up. Her legs slightly pressing against his rib cages. "I want you inside of me." With a seductive purpose, her hands glided up his smooth chest.
He let out a frustrated groan.
His eyes heavy with need as he watch her hand move up her thigh and over her torso to caress one of her breasts. His hand soon covered hers and helped with the caressing.
"Please take me right now..." Her voice husky as he squeezed gently on the breast that was now solely in his possession.
No longer could he wait, he flipped her on to her back.
"Tell me you want me to make love to you." He ordered. His lips assaulting her chest with feathery light kisses.
She whispered the words he wanted to her and the repeated them louder and louder as he began suckling on her breasts.

Fine.

I've been watching the Pretty Woman lately. This what happens:

Edward: You all right?

Vivian: I'm fine.

Edward: Fine. That's good. Seven "fines" since we left. Could I have another word, please?

Vivian: Asshole! There's a word.

Edward: I think I liked "fine" better.

Always been a fan of the word "fine".

There are very few people in my life who I label as "interesting", my boyfriend for one - though I have known for years I still find him as mysterious as ever, and then there is a thirty three year old man I met at the court house yesterday.

He was appointed to keep me company whilst I sat for hours in the witness room. He brought me tea and biscuits and he chatted non-stop about so many interesting things (mainly T'ai Chi and Reiki).

In the time I spent with him I pretty much found out his whole life story: he left school and studied engineering but hated it so he quit, he then studied sports therapy and because a football coach but that wasn't challenging enough for him so he decided to teach sports therapy to college students, during this time he decided to learn T'ai Chi and joined a class only the teacher was a bully and beat him up every lesson but he finally found a different teacher and now he's blossomed into a lovely teacher of it as well as teaching a bit of Reiki. He's a lovely and friendly man, very open and not very confident and he always put himself down.

He told me that he hated going out of his comfort zone but that he was required to go to Malaysia to train with his Zen Master and he's terrified: terrified of flying, terrified of being on his own, terrified of training outside in the heat for five hours straight... I tried to comfort him but i'm rubbish at doing that kind of stuff. I just wanted to hug him.

Guess i'm writing this down because I want to remember him and all the advice he's given me...

There are a lot of things i'm good at:

• Over commiting
• Not being able to get out of bed in the mornings
• Making an organised mess
• Reading ahead of situations
• Getting too comfy
• Not calling friends and family when I said I would
• Being too cold
• Not being in the mood
• Spilling my tea on me

There are so many different types of people in my office that clashes are inevitable sometimes.

Me? I keep my thoughts and opinions to myself if I know they might offend someone in the vicinity. But most people aren't like me.

Miss Lesbian and Mrs Holy Trinity are having a full blown argument about "pro life" and how abortions are so terribly wrong.

Miss Lesbian: Make abortions illegal? Wait a second... Have you ever noticed how some peoples concern for life stops at birth? They just want those babies to come out. After that, they don't give a damn what happens to them.
Mrs Holy Trinity: Then we pray for those children.
Miss Lesbian: Your God can't answer every damn prayer in the world.

I was woken up by a phone call at seven thirty this morning by my new client who seems to be an early bird (dislike dislike dislike) and mentally can't deal with this right now. Time to go for brunch, I think.

For those lacking Dr.Seuss in their life...

...here are some of my favourite quotes from him.

• Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no-one alive who is youer than you.

• Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

• Why fit in when you were born to stand out?

• You'll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut.

• Think and wonder, wonder and think.

• Think! You can think any think that you wish...

• If you never did, you should. These things are fun and fun is good.

• You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

• You are you. Now isn't that pleasant?

• Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.

• The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.

• A person's a person, no matter how small.

• I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

• Only you can control your future.

• Be who you are and say what you mean because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

• Will you succeed? Yes you will indeed! Ninety-eight and three quarters percent guaranteed.

• From there to here and here to there, funny things are everywhere.

• Step with care and great tact and remember that life's a great balancing act.

• Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.

• You're on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who'll decide where to go...

I hate this horrible but completely innocent love triangle! It's so sad! I don't know who to feel sorry for most. Gah.

Tremaine walked into the room in silence, closing the hardwood door softly, stopping to look over Helena; she was standing so still, her slender arms wrapped around her slim body, biting her lip, looking at the floor not even noticing him. He leant his back against the door, he didn’t feel like having intruders, and he paused to look her over again.

“Hey, gorgeous. Are you going to tell me what’s up?” He had always called her ‘gorgeous’, ever since he developed a crush on her after his treatment had ended years ago, and the compliment had stuck and became a nickname.

Looking up from the floor, she offered him a warm yet nervous smile. Instead of moving closer to him, she kept her distance, opting for a chair facing him at the dining table.

A silence took hold but before it could turn awkward Helena asked the question she was so nervous to ask. “Is it true that you love me?”

Tremaine immediately tensed at her soft spoken question. He was no longer leaning against the door but stood up, straight backed and a little defensive.

“I don’t want lies or half truths, Tremaine. I want—”

“Yes.” Before she could even finish her sentence Tremaine had answered her question. “Yes, I do love you. You’re my best friend, Helena, of course I love you.” He explained.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

Tremaine paused for thought after hearing a catch in her throat. Was she upset? Why was she upset?

Concern grew in his eyes, she saw it. “I just need to know.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes burned into hers as he tried to figure out why she was asking such a dangerous question but it was useless to even try – Helena didn’t give away any clues. But she did look helpless, and he hated that. “Yes, Helena, I’m in love with you.”

She closed her eyes as she felt the heartache twisting around her heart.

“I’m in love with you, ok? I don’t know when it happened but for as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with you.”

Silence. She wasn’t saying anything. She still had her eyes firmly closed.

He crossed the room to her, got down on his knees, and shook her by her arms. “Damn it, woman, will you say something?” She owed him that at least, didn’t she? After it nearly tore his heart out to admit his love to her...

Her eyes finally opened after his shaking had stopped. Her pretty blues looking into his darkened browns and she reached out to caress his cheek. “I’m scared that I’m in love with you, too.” She admitted in almost a whisper.

His breath caught in his chest as his heart beat faster. This was crazy - completely and utterly crazy.

“I don’t know when or why or how it happened but I think I’m in love with you, Tremaine.”

He caught her hand and held it still against his cheek. “It’s ok, Helena. You don’t have to be scared.”

“Yes I do.” She told him, her eyes beginning to well. “I do because I love my husband so much too. I love my husband, Tremaine, but I love you too.”

Warm tears began streaming down her cheeks only to be caught by his thumb wiping them away.

“Listen to me, sweetheart... Don’t you feel better for telling me?”

Considering his question, she inhaled some deep and calming breaths. Did she feel better? Yes. She nodded her head to confirm.

“Now...we both are married and we both love our partners, don’t we?”

There was another nod in answer.

“We’re best friends who happen to be nothing but very close to each other, do you understand?”

Helena nodded.

“It’ll be ok.” He half helped her up so he could wrap is arms around her and hug her. “It’ll all be ok.”