Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

he(Quinn)put his hand out to his friend. “I’ll lay my life down for you.With or Without that piece of paper

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother’s pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

Time to the face the music.

Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.