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“ I'll be busy for the next eight weeks, so let's set this for November 15th.
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I want lamb or venison steak. Baked potatoes with honey butter. Corn on the cob. Rolls. And apple pie, like the one you made before. I really liked it. I want it with ice cream.
You owe me one naked dinner, but I'm not a complete beast, so you can wear a bra and panties if you so wish. The blue ones with the bow will do.
Curran,
Beast Lord of Atlanta”
― Magic Strikes
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I want lamb or venison steak. Baked potatoes with honey butter. Corn on the cob. Rolls. And apple pie, like the one you made before. I really liked it. I want it with ice cream.
You owe me one naked dinner, but I'm not a complete beast, so you can wear a bra and panties if you so wish. The blue ones with the bow will do.
Curran,
Beast Lord of Atlanta”
― Magic Strikes
“You know,' I whispered, 'some girls might think it's creepy having a boy watch them sleep.'
He smirked and pointed to himself. 'Spy.'
'Oh.' I nodded. 'Right. So you're a trained Peeping Tom.'
'Product of the best peeping academies in the country.'
'Well, now I feel much better.'
'You should.”
― Out of Sight, Out of Time
He smirked and pointed to himself. 'Spy.'
'Oh.' I nodded. 'Right. So you're a trained Peeping Tom.'
'Product of the best peeping academies in the country.'
'Well, now I feel much better.'
'You should.”
― Out of Sight, Out of Time
“She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing…
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.”
― Curran
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.”
― Curran
“As he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer.
Curran looked at the fan. “What?”
"An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.”
Curran just stared at him.
Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me.
"Give me that,” I told Curran. “I need to fan myself.”
"No, you don’t.”
― Magic Strikes
Curran looked at the fan. “What?”
"An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.”
Curran just stared at him.
Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me.
"Give me that,” I told Curran. “I need to fan myself.”
"No, you don’t.”
― Magic Strikes
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