No Substitutions Allowed

Blair backed Jim up against the door of the loft.

"I've had it up to here with the women you've been dating lately, Jim. You could at least date some tall, leggy blonde. These short ladies with long curly auburn hair are starting to cause talk at the station."

"What kind of talk?"

"The guys say that if you wanted a Sandburg, you should go for the real thing." Blair closed the last of the distance between them and reached up to pull Jim's head down to his. "No more substitutions, Jim." Blair kissed Jim.

The Sentinel's arms closed around his Guide as he savored the kiss. But then Jim pushed Blair away.

"What about all those table legs of yours?"

"Of mine? Jim, I haven't dated anyone since Sam. You are the one that's chasing the women. And all of them bear a remarkable resemblance to me. Repress much?"

"But you're straight!"

"Since when?"

"You aren't?"

"And you aren't either."

"I'm not?"

"No, you aren't."

"Could we go upstairs now?"

--Vickie

(Two in one day. If I keep this up someone's going to expect me to write a real story)