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I lurk in the shadows, just one among the many. I spend hours thinking, plotting, putting two and two together.

My name is Steph Sweeney, and I write novels. Though I do possess a firearm, a faster draw speed than you, no hesitation to pull the trigger, and damn good accuracy. The rest will take care of itself.

A peek through the keyhole into the life of a BDSM Dominant. Please excuse Scot from blogging this week. He is trying to write naughty fiction for not just the first time ever, but also under a deadline. As much as he loves Peeker Nation he simply cannot have two Masters at one time. In the interim, please feel free to reread or discover any of the contents of The Archives.

Rustic heart, rusted heart. She let it go and watched it fly away. I fall into the sun and burn away. My brother has left for the army. My family is, to be expected, empty. They are sad and emotionally distraught. They are worried, scared, missing him. I, being the unemotional freak that I am, feel nothing.

I suppose it is my way. We have been getting by on the spousal support fantastically. We are super careful, but so much grinding worry is gone. I actually forgot about tax season entirely. Which is a huge change as it was a continuing stressor, and now it is not at all. Our white cat needed to be euthanized for cancer in March. He has not left me, I see his grave ev.