“My problems are like waves - just as one disappears with a snarl and a hiss there’s another shaping up to knock me down.”
“I tore off another chuck of muffin and stared down at my chest. I shrugged and dabbed the muffin in the cum and popped it in my mouth. "I can't believe you just did that!" "Yeah," I snarled up my lip, "didn't quite think that one through all the way.”
“I just baked a cake in the shape of a door. Somebody’s knocking now, so let me get that.”
“It’s just taking some getting used to. The snarling, the hissing, the purring. Then I have to deal with it from the baby….” “Ha, ha,” Mace stated dryly.”
“Sometimes it seems that bad luck always flows like the sea to me. Hardly has one wave of bad luck subsided, when another washed into my life.”
“I forgive him and like water draining from the sand after a wave, the power he held over me disappears. A slow smile rises on my face.”