Killer Skirt, Deadly Legs.

I Hung My Fingertips On His Waistband, Tugging Him Closer. Patch Buried His Face In The Curve Of My Shoulder, His Hands Flexing Over My Back. He Gave A Low Groan. "i Love You," He Murmured Into My Hair. "i'm Happier Right Now Than I Ever Remember Being.

Sure Thing, Gumdrop. -scott

Door’s Locked,” He Said. “and We Have Unfinished Business.

Father' Is Such An Arbitary Word. Douche Bag, On The Other Hand.

Maybe Scotty The Potty Turned Into Scotty The Hottie. Have You Thought About That?