A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.

Pleasure was a siren, luring her to experience more

Do you know why men name their cocks?" "No, why?" she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. "So most of the major decisions in their lives won’t be made by a total stranger.

What are you doing?” she cried in protest. “Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.

A village somewhere was missing it's idiot.

The bad thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. The good thing about living in a small town was that everything became a personal issue. During times of trouble, the support system was massive.

I'm not holding you against your will; I'm holding you against your car.