Wow," she breathed. "I know, right? Hung like a horse." "If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V." "About my size." She laughed a little, "No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally.
J.R. WardQhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOBโs skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hostsโ rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.
J.R. WardI cannae believe you let me touch you.โ His voice grew hoarse. โI shall remember this for all my nights.โ Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like thisโฆ. โDo not cry.โ His thumb went to her cheeks. โBeautiful female of worth, do not cry.
J.R. WardWhen Vishous pushed open the door to the exam room, he got a gander at the kind of seating arrangement that made him think fondly of castration.
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