“As my exciting story began I was being punched in the stomach.”

“I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves.There they go again.Jiggle.Jaggle.I'm a mess.”

“Within a fraction of a second, I not only recognize the voice, but I react to it. My stomach flutters in pleasurable excitement.“Good morning,” I return. It’s Cash”

“I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once”

“You love it, don’t you? Admit it. I got you excited about football.” He was gloating as he did a little victory dance.You got me excited about something, that’s for sure.“I love it,” I said, grinning back at him. I poked him in the stomach while he danced around like an idiot, feeling his taught stomach beneath my fingers.”

“I am a canvas of my experiences, my story is etched in lines and shading, and you can read it on my arms, my legs, my shoulders, and my stomach.”