Written as a sequel to My ex-husband by suzieaim
Originally published by SJHundak/S.J.Willing at 01:26AM on Thursday, March 15, 2007
But then again the guy in the Blue Armani suit, three thousand dollar rolex and a shirt hand-sewn in Paris, didnít do much good either.
After all a girl can only give so many pints of blood a week, and this dude bit at least once a day.
Unimaginative too, couldnít he occassionally bite me somewhere other than my neck. Heck itís all bruised to High Wafham and he still goes for the same spot, every time!
After him, of course, was Marty. Mr. Outdoors himself, the king of I-love-to-run-naked-through-the-woods-hunting-during-the-full-moon.
Iím still trying to get the hair out of my teeth after kissing him for ten seconds.
I tell you, good men are just so hard to findÖ