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I don't ravish women, if that's what you're thinking," he said. "Oh, no," she said. "I had supposed that women stood in line waiting for you to relieve them of their virtue.

Bung upwards, she means, Your Grace," a tart called out.

Thanks to Mr. Grose's Lexicon Balatronicum, Olympia knew a buffer nabber was a dog stealer.

Surely she'd heard voices like his, so low-pitched as to make every commonplace utterance seem of the deepest intimacy, every cliche a delicious secret.

If you were a man, I'd challenge you to a duel," she said. "If you were a man I'd shoot you happily.

Ele é homem – disse Leonie. – O que foi que Byron disse sobre homens e mulheres apaixonados? (…) – "Na vida do homem, o amor é uma coisa à parte; na da mulher, é toda a vida" – citou ele.

When I left 20th Century-Fox to freelance, my agent believed that getting big money was the way to establish real importance in our industry.

In common with many others in the varied branches of our profession, my academic education is subnormal.

Let me leave you my number. Anything comes up, or if anyone bothers you-" "You're bothering me.

In the fifth century BC, however, Hippocrates noted that aromas didn't seem to be working for this malady, which he had named hysteria, from the Greek word for "uterus.

The strain of pretending everything was normal had been agonizing. How was she going to keep this up for the next week… month… year?

another brittle hug from Adele - it was like being embraced by a Ryvita

you like babies, don't you? he asked... I have a marginally higher opinion of them than Herod, she said.

The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it." – Chloe Traeger

I want you to know, chickens aren't sexy. Not to me." This was met with silence. "Are you there?" She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. "Cam? Can you hear me?" "Yes, chickens aren't sexy. Uh…I don't think they're meant to be.

You said you'd kiss me if I lost Tank. --- You want me to kiss you? Oh boy. You were happy I'd lost your puppy? He was looking like he was still thinking about smiling as he glanced down at Tank, tucked under his arm. No. That would make me an asshole. Right...

He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloe's belly.

He slid her a look, and she held up her hand in a solemn vow, making him smile. Were you a Girl Scout? he asked. Not even a little bit, she said. -Matt and Amy

Oh boy. "Aren't you afraid that might express personal interest?" His smile was a little naughty. "I've had my tongue down your throat. I'm pretty sure I've already expressed personal interest.

My shoes," she said. ""I've got to take off my shoes." "Those aren't shoes. Those are evil devices designed to blow a man's mind, and they're staying on," he said in a very sexy voice.

You've read your press, right? You know they call you a hard-ass." She lifted her hand and touched his face. "But they're wrong." She pressed her face to his throat and inhaled him...

We made it an early night," she said. "Because of your dress?" "Oh my God," she snapped and brushed past him, shoulder-checking him as she went through the living room ahead of him. "You're impossible. I don't know why I even try to have a conversation with you." He had no idea, either. He was a complete asshole.

You're sweet to humor me. He nearly choked on a fry. There was the sweet again. He should have killed someone this week; that would have taken care of that.

He hadn't shaved that morning, she noticed. Maybe not for a handful of mornings, and the scruff gave his square jaw a toughness that suggested the wild teenager had long ago become a man.