Holy Moses On A Pogo Stick!!

Kellan’s Hand Found Hers, Took It Into His Strong Grasp. “there,” He Said, Pressing A Kiss To The Center Of Her Palm. “i’ve Got You, Mouse.” “yes, You Do,” She Replied.

Jenna.” Brock Stroked The Underside Of Her Chin Very Gently, Lifting Her Face Up Toward His. “would It Be All Right If I Kissed You?

Jesus," Dante Interjected When The Heavy Quiet In The Vehicle Seemed Endless. "all This Touchy Feely Is Making Me Itchy To Kill Something. How About We Quit Jerking Each Other Off And Go Blow The Roof Off This Mutha?

She Wanted To Feel Him Pound Away Her Fears, A Hammer To Smash Through All Her Guilt And Pain And Emptiness.

Someone Remind Me Why I Didn’t Want To Be An Accountant When I Grew Up,” Brock Drawled. Niko Chuckled. “because Accountants Don’t Get To Make Things Go Boom.