If Your Eyes Weren't Open, You Wouldn't

I, Had An Excellent Instructor. One That You Currently Have Locked Up. If You Want To Talk About Skills Going To Waste, Then Go Look In Your Own Jail.

Somehow, Sydney Had An Internal Clock That Told Her When Time Was Up. I Think It Was Part Of Her Inherent Ability To Keep Track Of A Hundred Things At Once. Not Me. In These Moments, My Thoughts Were Usually Focused On Getting Her Shirt Off And Whether I’d Get Past The Bra This Time. So Far, I Hadn’t.

Do You Think I'm Pretty? I Think You're Beautiful Beautiful? You Are So Beautiful, It Hurts Sometimes.

You Can't Fool Me, Comrade. You Want To Put On A Cowboy Hat And Keep Lawless Bank Robbers In Line.'' "no Time. I Have Enough Trouble Keeping You In Line.

The Rage That Had Expolded Inside Me Diffused. I Didn't Know Where It Had Come From. I Had A Short Temper And Often Acted Impulsively,but This Had Been Intense And Ugly Even For Me. Weird.