#206887 - You want to help me?” I read what she had written, it was jerky, flat and lifeless. ” I stepped back cautiously, “What are you talking about? I can hardly write my name and you think I'm some sort of twisted author? Get a life bitch; go away until you get off the rag. She watched my eyes travel the length of her body, taking in the rich vista of her dips and curves then she smiled up at me “Like the view?” “I’m trying to find words to describe you in my next story.