People In Hell Want Snowcones.

Can You Stand A Little Closer?" "hmm?" "you Smell Good. I Like To Smell You.

Necessity Is Often The Mother Of Balls

She Raised Her Eyes To His. They Had Both Come From Misery, She Thought, And Survived It. They Had Been Drawn Together Through Violence And Tragedy, And Had Overcome It. They Walked Different Paths And Had Found A Mutual Route. Some Things Last, She Thought. Some Ordinary Things. Like Love.

‘was That Like A Cookie?’ She Wondered. ‘hmmm?’ ‘you Know, Have A Cookie. You'll Feel Better.’ She Put Her Hands On Either Side Of His Face, Lifting It As He Laughed. ‘were You Making Me Feel Better?’ ‘i Certainly Hope So. It Worked For Me.’ He Dipped His Head To Kiss Her Lightly. ‘i Wanted You. I Always Do.’ ‘it's Funny How Men Can Wake Up With Their Brains In Their Cocks.’ ‘it Makes Us What We Are.’ Still Chuckling, He Rolled Her Over Him, Patted Her Butt. ‘let's Take A Shower. I'll Give You Another Cookie.’

Her Killer Wrote A Note On That Stationary." "a Note." Now Renquist's Eyebrows Lifted. "well. That Was Rather Arrogant Of Him, Wasn't It?