Reviews for Temple Woman
javajive chapter 1 . 4/2/2010
Oh, it's been a while since I read any of your fabulous stories.

This just got me: "he was like cat hair on a black sweater: lay your body down and he'd be all over you."

Just one of my favorite lines ever.

Who knew Lennon was such a brute, and old smokey such a lecherous old fart? And the shack (love shack?), that ending, I really didn't expect that, here being imprisoned in her dream house.