This wasn't the first time I'd woken up as a captive. It wasn't even the second. I so needed to reevaluate my life choices.

There is no way I’m going out in public like this!” It seemed while I was being tormented at the salon, Bones had been out shopping. I didn’t ask where he got the money from, images of old folks with their necks bleeding and their wallets missing dancing in my head. There were boots, earrings, push-up bras, skirts, and something he swore to me were dresses but only looked like pieces of dresses.

Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, more lethal vampires.

Age had taught him patience. Youth had taught me to get frustrated at the lack of progress.

But the main point is that he still had swimmers in his sacks.” “Excuse me?” “You know, luv. Sperm, if you want to be all technical about it. He still had living sperm in his juice." Cat and Bones

I was slumped next to him. He didn't pay any attention to me, but kept snickering as he drove. It was annoying. I had PMS and a test this morning. Boy, had he picked the wrong girl.

You. Me. Exorcist. -Bones