I Will Never, Ever Drink Whiskey Again.

Evie Wanted To Cry. From Fear. From Exhaustion, Yes. But Mostly From The Cruel Uselessness, The Damned Stupid Arbitrariness Of It All.

It Keeps Her Purity Vacum-sealed To Preserve Its Freshness For Her Future Husband.

How Can My Ankles And Arms Be Obscene?

Prepared To Fly, Even If She Has To Loose Her Legs To Do It

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?