Ian grinned at her, trailing a pale hand down his chest. “Luscious, aren‟t I, poppet? Go on, stare. I don‟t mind.

He looked at the box with interest. 'Well, well. Five speeds. Heat and massage. Deep, penetrating action. Sure this isn't yours?

Rodney the ghoul?...Oh, I liked him. He didn't get angry no matter how many times my mother insulted him.

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

Revenge was the emptiest of emotions. Apparently it motivated people to do the stupidest things as well.

It hurts to much to be close to you, but continually pushed away.

A vibrator can last all night, too, vampire! - Denise