“Actually, Justina, I didn't just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I was...right, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh, blimey, I come from a long line of whores,… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
“You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag." I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I'd thought that once, I'd thought it a… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
