Prologue

Everyone is born with an angel and a demon inside them. Most people call this a conscience.. You know the two little guys that sit on your shoulder wispering things in your ear. Usually confusing the hell out of you. Do you go left or do you go right? Do you say punt it and go straight? Confusing little bastards is what they are. Makes it really hard to keep yourself and this world at a balance.

I try to stay good and do what I am supposed to do. It's not like I try to go out and find trouble. Trouble just seems to find me. I seem to have some sort of magnetic pull that attracts trouble to me. Though I can't seem to complain when that trouble is wearing tight jeans, a worn t-shirt, and a nice smile. Lets not forget a nice set of buns you just wanna squeeze... Ok this is why my angel and demon are continually at war with each other. My angel tells me to be a good girl and keep to myself.. My demon on the other hand is a bit of a whore and just wants to get naked!

Being on the never ending path of almost thirty years old. Ugh I hate to even say the word thirty. I am a bit on the curvy side, short, brown hair, and blue eyes. Typically I am a little hyper, maybe possible I might be a little moody at times. I am not keeping score there. I am not the type guys usually come rushing after. Usually I hear, "she is cute in the girl next door type of way." Not a beauty queen by far thats for shore.

My dad used to say, "Marie, dynomite comes in small packages. Sometimes you have to take a deep breath before you explode." Those two little assholes on my shoulder don't help much.