I might be the only chick in the group, but that didn't make me the damsel in distress.

Can we move this along?" a bored voice stated. "I have places to be and people to shag." "Ian, I'm not going to hug you," I stated as I approached him. "I know you like this better." With that, I slapped him hard enough to rock his head to the side. When he'd straightened, he flashed me a wicked grin. "Finally, you give me what I want. Knew you loved me, Reaper.

He picked the wrong profession. Should've stayed a prostitute. He'd have made millions. - Cat

I love you, Kitten. Don't try to get out of this. We'll see if you love me when I pay you back. Even then I will love you, Bones called out as I stomped away.

If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.

Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?

Less bitching...more learning.