Experience Is A Valuable Thing. It Enables

Who's Going To Rob Us? A Crackhead Crab? A Jellyfish Junkie?

Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

We Did Just Leave An Insane Asylum,” Hi Agreed. “for All We Know, Chance Spend His Nights Dancing Naked With Sock Puppets, Plotting To Invade Canada.

Fine. Everybody Wears Seatbelts. No Radio. No Distractions.” Ben Shot Hi A Stern Look. “no Running Commentary.” “your Loss,” Hi Said. “to The Pimp Ride!

She Wanted To Feel Safe. Untouchable In Her Home. The Ultimate Female Fantasy.