Marcelinethevampire3

        Patsy's cousin The very next morning. Brian was getting the day's mail. He then sat the mail on Peter's table. "Here's the mail, Peter." Peter was sitting in his nice leather chair asleep. "Well... I can sort out the mail, since fatty's not doing his job." Brian sniffed. At his quarters, Brian was looking through the mail. "Let me see. YOU MAY ALREADY BE A WINNER!! Yeah right!" Brian said as he threw the junk letter in the trash. He continued. "Bill, Bill, Junk, Bill. A letter for Patsy, and a box of wine for me. Well, I better call Patsy down here to get her letter." Meanwhile at Patsy's cabin, Patsy was just getting up. Her cabinm

It begins with a furtive look, it is followed by a shy smile and then blush. You always blush. You can never look at her, you are completely unable to talk to her, and you're walking as if you were drunk, not to mention you're acting like a complete idiot. You can't get within three feet of her without stumbelling. You shake, you're formicating, butterflies, dizzyness, numbness, heat, frost, perspiration, fear, lust. Lust. You're sordid, you decadent seraphim, you beautiful angel, you fool. Show her your soul, be her fool, her angel, unleash her fantasies, look at her, dare touch her, love her, tell her that you love her, lay beside her, tel