The security officer smiled and said, ‘Good afternoon, ma’am,’ to me before Igave him ID.It’s a sick world, Eve. He resisted taking her hand for another squeeze. A sick,sad world.
Do you think the penis ever gets tired?Whose?Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again!
Love without trust? It's not love at all.
Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable.She was thrilled to be back.