She Might Be Unarmed, But Rose Hathaway

What Matters Is That Someone—that You—know Me That Well. When A Person Can See Into Your Soul, It's Hard. It Forces You To Be Open. Vulnerable. It's Much Easier Being With Someone Who's Just More Of A Casual Friend.

What Am I Supposed To Do With A Wool Coat? Especially Here In Palm Springs?” “sleep With It,” He Suggested. “think Of Me.

Since I’m Presuming You Don’t Mean You Finally Bought Him A Leash, Let Me Say Simply That There Is A Big Difference Between Allowing An Animal To Ravage You And Allowing Yourself To Be Ravaged. One Is Common. The Other Is Art. It Is Planned. Crafted, Even. Only Capable Of Being Done By A Master.

They’re Waiting For You. Go On In.” Adrian Leaned Close To Keith’s Ear And Spoke In An Ominous Voice. “if.you.dare.” He Poked Keith’s Shoulder And Gave A "muhahaha” Kind Of Monster Laugh.

Lucky Charms?” I Asked. “magically Delicious,” He Explained. “requisite For Any Sort Of Building Project.” I Shook My Head, Still Amazed At How He Had Managed To Weasel His Way Over Here. “this Isn’t A Date.” He Cut Me A Scandalized Look. "obviously. I’d Bring Count Chocula For That.