"As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care.'Woman?'Hmmm?'What's your name?'Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse.'Thank you, Sookie.'Welcome, Eric."