Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill's hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for?" - Eric, club dead.

Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

But there's a juicy artery in your groin," he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide. "Don't you talk dirty," I told him. "I won't listen to that.

But in my book, it was basically bad taste to stare at someone's assets, no matter how much on display they were.

Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.