The bottom line is, insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect.

My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.

He gave her an indulgent look. "I'll forgive these rash words for now." She sputtered, "Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who.""Whom," he corrected."Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?"

There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

The bottom line is, insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect.

Lothaire:Hate scars. I'm physically flawless--why can't everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.

My mom could be really fierce. A regular Frau Badass.