Time to the face the music.

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for home.

When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn’t it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM

With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy. There was room for one and only one love in his life, and it had been slowly killing him for years.

As far as he was concerned, there were only two good positions for a human. A female on her back. And a male facedown not breathing.

I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn't. Wrath and Beth