“Do you do it on purpose?” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “Leave me with images that no amount of psychotherapy could remove? Burnt peas and rancid hummus are now seared into my brain along with you and Granny and the… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Are your panties up your ass?” Dwayne asked, concerned. “No. Why?” “Well, it looked like you were adjusting your hoohoo and I figured…” “Dwayne,”… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow would be a new day filled with uncertainty and very possibly danger, but right now all was right with my world. “Come on,… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“I quickly texted Granny and told her to call around and find out the buzz on the recruiting. She texted back that she would… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“He shifted his attention back to me and leaned in closer. “I told you to behave. I don’t want to have to arrest you… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“How about Al?” Sam suggested. “Perfect,” Dave grinned. “Um . . . Hi Poseidon, this is Al.” “Al who?” “Al Jacques Yuoff!” Dave snorted,… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Out," I instructed as I began peeling my clothes from my body. "I am going to pee for twenty-seven minutes, and then I'm going… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Dwayne, can you shoot a gun?” Dwayne rolled his eyes. “Hanky-poo, Dwayne doesn’t need a gun. I have crap in my repertoire that will… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Ready does not factor into the equation, Angel. Life happens whether we are ready or not—the only choice or control we have is whether… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Puck Flare’s eyes turned blood red and narrowed to slits. “What have you done to me?” he demanded as a spear of fire flew… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“I opened my mouth and projectile-vomited on her from head to toe. The more I retched, the more I had to retch. It was… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
