We’re Not Naked, We’re Skyclad!

Last Time I Was Sick, The Guy I Was Seeing Brought Me A Bottle Of Ginger Ale… And Expected Me To Pay Him Back For It. ~jaime Vegas

He Rolled His Eyes. "first, My Dad's Korean And My Mom Was Swedish. Second, I Totally Suck At Math. I Don't Like Cuckoo Clocks Or Skiing Or Fancy Chocolate Either." I Sputtered A Laugh. "i Think That's Swiss.

I Have To. I've Been Fighting It All Night. I'm Going To Lose. My Battle Is As Futile As A Woman Feeling The First Pangs Of Labor And Deciding It's An Inconvenient Time To Give Birth. Nature Wins Out. It Always Does.

Murder? You Mean He's Dead?" "no. He's Resting Comfortably," I Said. "people Always Sleep Best With Their Heads At A Ninety-degree Angle. He Looks Comfortable, Doesn't He?" (paige & Elena)

With No Chance To Take Off, I Had To Play My Role, Searching For The Rendezvous Spot, Which Gave Me The Excuse To Look For An Escape Opportunity. Maybe A Hole In The Wall Too Small For Tori’s Mom To Follow Me Through Or A Precarious Stack Of Boxes I Could Topple Onto Her Head Or An Abandoned Hammer I Could Brain Her With. I’d Never “brained” Anyone In My Life, But With Tori’s Mom, I Was Willing To Try.