I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness.

A compliment would be the last thing out of my mouth to a man who was so pigheaded that he could be served at a luau.

Yes, he is a man, so genetically he's engineered to be dense about many things, but he's not stupid.

He does not see as i have that you have given him your heart, but he is male. We will cut him some slack for that handicap, yes?

Jim eyed me for a couple of seconds, then got off the bed and went to curl up on the pile of blankets I'd arranged as its bed. "I don't suppose you'd care to lend me a couple hundred euros?" I pointed at the wall. It turned its back to me so I could get into the nightgown Perdita had lent me. "You are not going to bet on me. Or against me. No betting whatsoever. Got that?" Jim huffed and settled down for the night. "You sure do know how to take all the fun out of life. Bet you even made Drake use a condom.

Do you want me to ride you like a rented mule, or do you prefer to be Mr. Missionary Position? I'm fine with wither, so it doesn't matter to me.

I was born. It was easy. My mother did all the hard work.