“Poor manners on my part. What is your name?""Ria.""Ria, is that short for Rian?""Yes, it is," she smiled."Rian, would you please cross your legs?"The request was made with such an earnest tone that not even a titter escaped the class. Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs."Now that the gates of hell are closed," Hemme said in his normal rougher tones. "We can begin.”

“Whatever her name was, she was pretty. She had a thick, careless braid of chestnut hair, a quick smile, and dark, merry eyes. She wore some kind of a fuzzy lavender pullover, and when she crossed her legs and lifted her guitar onto her lap, she had an interesting way of tucking the foot of the bottom leg back under her chair that made Hector feel melty. He looked away in self-preservation.”

“Evenings without you are Empires stacked on my heart! - Neda Ria Loncho”

“but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.”

“[Sam]: “… The moment your tongue met the head of my c#ck I almost fucking lost it right there. Just looking at you made me so hard.”“Like you are right now?”The hope in her tone made him smile. “Yes. Believe me, baby, I’m like steel for you and I only have a memory and your sexy voice to guide me.”

“A man can spend several hours sitting cross-legged in the same position if he knows that noting prevents him from changing it; but if he knows that he has to sit with his legs crossed like that, he will get cramps, his legs will twitch and strain towards where he would like to stretch them.”