But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.
Laurell K. HamiltonHe laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower.
Laurell K. Hamilton