She couldn't take her eyes off the boxers. Mostly, she had a view of the back, but he turned halfway when he looked over. She commanded herself not to look at the front flap, which, of course, was exactly what she honed in on. He spit and put his mouth under the tap to get some water. All while just wearing underwear. All while she just stared at the crucial spot of the Action Pants.

You could wear the same outfit every single day and no guy - who isn't gay - will notice.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

Something about this boat screamed, "I am a very popular model in the world's oil-bearing regions. I cost more than your soul!

I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.

No one hid their interest when I walked into the room. I'm not sure if it was the news about Boo or my general appearance. At home, people would have asked. People would have been crawling all over me for information. At Wexford, they seemed to extract what they wanted to know by covert staring.

I'm done. I'm going to go to bed and read important books about theater." "It would would be easier if you just said porn," Scarlett said. "No idea what you're talking about. But knock first if you need me.