Harlequin novels

So I've decided that my true calling is to write harlequin novels. Today Lauren and I were chitchatting when I should have been packing to go home (especially since I wanted to leave 20 minutes ago) and my kooky mood led me into a rant that sounded straight from a harlequin novel. It started with my notation that my black scarf that I had could be used as a blindfold and then draped across one's member. I went on to describe how "his" (we're not sure who he is, but lets call him Hercules the star of my latest novel) throbbing member was pulsating from being engorged with "fluid, and how her (lets call her Delilah the heroin of my latest nobel) cavernous "love pocket" was waiting for him to arrive.

OH MY GOD!! I need to kneel and pray right now for even joking about the above blasphemous thoughts. This one will definitely be Peter's blog book when he's checking me into heaven.

PS. Meagan-when we come to visit we are definitely going to Walmart and getting a novel and highlighting all of the good parts :) I may become inspired and come up with new chapters for my novel.