The locker at the end of her bed had no lock, and one of the hinges was busted. She opened it up. There was a thing in it. The thing might have been a sandwich at some point, or an animal, or a human hand...but what it was now was fuzzy and putrid. A minute later, Ginny was down the stairs, out the door, and gone.
Maureen JohnsonWhich is both gross and breathtakingly romantic. He could always have just gone upstairs and brushed his teeth, but he stayed and lurked by the fish for me.
Maureen JohnsonWe Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.
Maureen JohnsonA woman who shaves or otherwise depilates her pubic curls has a profound interest in recreational sex.
Maureen Johnson