“I like two beautiful women on my arm- as human shields"
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“I felt Red’s arm close around me like a shield against the rest of the world. His mouth was against my hair, and his heart thumped violently under my cheek. I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.”

“Keeping my smile raised like a shield between us, I curtsied and quit the room.”

“I’m like Twain, Nietzsche, and Dali in that I have three mustaches. (I have two of them disguised as eyebrows). Women love men like me, like my clones.”

“Oh my God. What in—”I was going to be killed by two generations of beautiful women. While naked.“Mom,” Isabel snapped, interrupting. “Do you mind not staring? It’s totally perv.”

“That earns him a smack with my book bag."Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty."He adds, "I like my broken.”