Don't 'honey' Me In That

‘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.’

I'd Rather Be Screwed Up With You Than Smooth With Anybody Else.

Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

He Decided There Was No Point In Telling Her He'd Looked In The Fridge And Seen None Of These Things. There'd Just Be Some Variation Of His Mother's Standard Crack About Male Refrigeration Blindness Syndrome.

In All The Illusions, You're The Only Truth That I Need