“Turning up Gower Street, she was headed to the First Presbyterian Church, not that she had suddenly decided to become born again… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“Give it up to God,” they’d say, or “He won’t give you more than you can handle.” Fuck that. He preferred to… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“The last thing he wanted was to see the bright, shining, happy faces of the other angels up there.” — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“Turning up Gower Street, she was headed to the First Presbyterian Church, not that she had suddenly decided to become born again or some… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“Give it up to God,” they’d say, or “He won’t give you more than you can handle.” Fuck that. He preferred to just stay… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“The last thing he wanted was to see the bright, shining, happy faces of the other angels up there.” — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“She returned his smile, but her body wasn’t completely satisfied yet. “More?” she asked. He bent to kiss her mouth, then moved to whisper… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
“He walked toward her casually, like a lion roaming the Serengeti that knew it was the highest thing on the food chain, and she… — Joel Crofoot Copy Share Image
