What Is One Person's Pleasure Is Another's

That's The Van? It Looks Like A Rotting Banana." This Was Undeniable - Eric Had Painted The Van A Neon Shade Of Yellow, And It Was Blotched With Dings And Rust Like Splotches Of Decay.

What Is One Person's Pleasure Is Another's Poison.

Screw The Silent Brothers." "no Thanks. There's Strong And Silent, And Then There's Just Freaky." "isabelle!

I Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.

It Was At First Almost As If He Hadn't Wanted To Kiss Her. His Mouth Was Hard On Hers, Unyielding; Then He Put Both Arms Around Her And Pulled Her Against Him. His Lips Softened. She Could Feel The Rapid Beat Of His Heart, Taste The Sweetness Of Apples Still On His Mouth. She Wound Her Hands Into His Hair, As She'd Wanted To Do Since The First Time She'd Seen Him. His Hair Curled Around Her Fingers, Silky And Fine. Her Heart Was Hammering, And There Was A Rushing Sound In Her Ears, Like Beating Wings