“It’s not funny, Kacey!” I hiss. “That guy forced himself on me!” She rolls her eyes but then, after a long pause, she sighs. “Yeah, you’re right.” Reaching over, she pinches the guy’s arm without hesitation. “Hey, buddy!” “You do… — K.A. Tucker Copy Share Image
“Sure—I seen it. But sometimes a guy’ll be a good guy even if some rich bastard makes him carry a sticker.” The driver, getting slowly into the truck, considered the parts of this answer. If he refused now, not only… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
