When you tell me to be good, it makes me want to be good,' I say, hearing the undisguised desire in my voice. I run my fingers through the hair at her temples, taking her face between my palms, and she doesn't move. 'It also makes me want to be very, very bad.

Testing her sexuality, she thinks she's caught a beautiful fish, when in reality, she's netted a shark.

Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

I've started researching online journals for the project. Thanks for decoding Dr. Heller's notes before sending them to me. If you'd have forwarded them to me without a translation, I'd be searching for a tall building/overpass/water tower from which to yell "goodbye cruel world.

I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.

But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.