“I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.”
“I expertly angled my raison bran to accomodate the g-forces.”
“You’ve been fucked before, huh?” he asked, angling her so that his piercing slid over her G-spot when he entered. “By the time I’m done, you’ll have reassessed your definition”
“It was the fact that she was in every piece, in every corner, on every shelf. She was everywhere, reminding me how much in love with her I was.”
“I don't believe in fairy tales," she breathed."I'd like to make you believe." He leaned over and kissed her forehead.”
“She had never done these things before; she did them expertly. She had a capacity for action, a competence that clashed incongruously with her appearance.”