She was halfway through the second yard when she heard Cyprien fall and curse.No man in the world will turn down a blow job, Alex thought as she dodged through yards and around the houses, putting as...
Does it give you deja voodoo how alike the houses are?That's deja vu, and I hate you right now.For narcing on you to your mom? Wait until you hear what I tell your dad.From the sly grin on his face, s...
Much of our food system depends on our not knowing much about it, beyond the price disclosed by the checkout scanner; cheapness and ignorance are mutually reinforcing. And it's a short way from not kn...
No, that's not possible, Michael said. Killed, yes; jail, no.
Tom, don't let anybody kid you. It's all personal, every bit of business. Every piece of shit every man has to eat every day of his life is personal. They call it business. OK. But it's personal as he...
Nobody's cut out for this town, Shane said. Nobody sane anyway.Says the kid who came back.Yeah, kind of proves my point.
The danger of prolonged despair is its tendency to cloud the gift of a new beginning that every tomorrow offers. --Anissa's Redemption
Men are pigs, darling. I really have every sympathy for women that they actually have to choose one of these arrogant, stupid morons to settle down with and marry.
Michael patted him on the shoulder. I like this plan, he said. You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you can’t even say a word. Should be tons of fun.Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a si...
No, Shane said. I’m not leaving you two here alone. We stick together.I’m still not kissing you, Michael said.Tease.
You just think lovely wonderful thoughts, Peter explained, and they lift you up in the air.
What about Myrnin?'Eve swallowed, almost choked, and Michael patted her kindly on the back. She beamed at him. 'Myrnin? Oh yeah. He did a Batman and took off into the night. What is that guy, Claire?...
You're seriously going to worry about what people think right now?No, I'm worrying about people taking pictures and putting them on Facebook. That crap never dies. Kind of like you, Mikey.