Harlee: I need sex
Me: Can’t help you
Harlee: You’re the writer. You’ve left me unsatisfied.
Me: Um, I’m working on a proposal for my agent right now. You’ll have to wait.
Harlee: I’ve been waiting a really long damn time and I’m starting to get cranky.
Me: I can tell. Wait a little longer. I don’t have time to work on your story right now.
Harlee: *glaring* My soon to be lover is a vampire. I’ll have him bite you
Me: My husband does that. Your threats are meaningless.
Harlee: Damn. *stomps foot*
Harlee: Isn’t that what your publisher calls you? *smirk*