I Would Hope That My Writing's Cleaner

‘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.’

Listen Carefully. I'd Crush You Like A Bug For Causing My Wife One Single Moment Of Pain. Believe It. Fear It.

The Doll, Dallas. You Know, Barbie Doll. Jeez, Didn't You Ever Have Dollies?" "dolls Are Like Small Dead People. I Have Enough Dead People, Thanks.

His Mind’s Always On Something Else. He’d Live In A Ratty Cardigan, And He’s Always Worrying Holes In The Pockets Of His Pants. He Can Never Seem To Find His Wallet Or Anything In The Refrigerator. And Just When You Think He’s Not Paying Any Attention To What You’re Saying Or Doing, He Comes Up With Exactly The Right Answer Or Solution.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“people""who Expect Perfection In A Mate Miss A Lot Of Fun—and Sweetness.", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

That's A Lot Of Vegetables. "it Is, Yes, And If You Eat Them Like A Good Girl..." He Lifted The Silver Lid On Another Plate, Revealed A Small Pizza, With Pepperoni Arranged Into A Smiley Face. She Tried To Give Him A Stony Stare, But The Laugh Won Out. "you Think You're Cute, Don't You, Pal?" "adorable." "in This Case, You Can Have Adorable. Ow!" She Managed The Stony Stare When He Slapped Her Hand Away From The Pizza. "vegetables First.