A Sixty - Eight, He Wants You

Girlfriend, If You're Waiting For A Fairy Godmother To Show Up With A Dress And A Ride, You're Not Going To Make It To The Party.

Roy Received My Comments With A Forced Smile. "hardy, Didn't I Warn You Not To Date A Woman Who Reads?" Hardy Seemed Amused By My Outspokenness. "keeps The Arguing To A Minimum," He Replied. "no Point In Trying When I Know She's Going To Win.

I'd Sell My Soul To Have You. In My Whole Life, You'll Always Be What I Wanted Most." ~ Hardy Cates

I'm Not Here Now. This Isn't Happening. You're Just Visiting A Dream Of Mine.

You Know What It Is You Smell On Him, Haven? Testosterone. It's Leaking Out Of His Pores.