Before I forget, here's your homework. Where do you want me to put it?" She pointed at the trash can. "Right there would be fine.

Pac-Man? Or is it Donkey Kong?” In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. “Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

If you need one more reason, I love you.

Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand.

His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.