I Will Never, Ever Drink Whiskey Again.

You Can’t Blame A Fella For Kissing The Prettiest Girl In New York, Can You, Sister?” Sam’s Grin Was Anything But Apologetic. Evie Brought Up Her Knee Quickly And Decisively, And He Dropped To The Floor Like A Grain Sack. “you Can’t Blame A Girl For Her Quick Reflexes Now, Can You, Pal?

No One Can Live In The Light All The Time.

They Misspelled 'party.' How Evil Genius Can They Be?

It Was A Kiss Small In Its Ministrations But Epic In Its Feeling.

I Can See His Pain, See It In The Way He Runs His Fingers Through His Hair, Over And Over, And I Understand What It Costs Him To Hide It All.