Times. She had them stand by, then took
An eye for an eye.That's a revenge thing, right? From some play.The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.
I don't remember, and I don't want to remember. I've been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again
No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.
Wow, colorful. I think the kid’s head plowed into me. He came at me like a mortar. Pow! Skull meets tits. Tits lose.
I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no...
Reach down inside yourself, Peabody, and get a grip on reality, however slippery.
Eve mused.
A lot of nasty things grow out of love if it isn’t ... tended right. Jealousy, hate, resentment, suspicion.
You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed.You'll just have to be quiet. He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. Or not.D...
Who's with her? Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her.With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster.Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepare...
Bet you didn’t see that coming, she murmured. I didn’t, no. If I’d realized rapping your head would turn you into an insatiable sexual maniac who’d use me so brutally, I’d have cold-cocked you long be...
He coordinated his socks and underwear, she commented when Peabody came back in. Colors and patterns. Who does that, and why? I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all abou...
Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?Wow, that’s some ugly ass he’s got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear...
Utumwa?
Younger
Marriage isn't for the weak or lazy. It's work, and it should be. What would be the point otherwise?
I get double credits. First I get the satisfaction credit of being hit on by the sexy DOT inspector, and second I get loyal and true credit for turning him down because I have my personal sexy nerd.
Eve: She completely eye-fucked you. Roarke: I know. I feel so cheap and used. Eve: Shit. You got off on it. Men always do. Roarke: True enough, which is why we're so often cheap and used.
She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking a candy bar.
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