“These shirts are perfectly serviceable.” I rolled my eyes. “Serviceable? Anyan, I get it that you’re utilitarian. If we were in the old country you’d write odes to factories. You’d sing the praises of the communal farm while you gnawed… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“Somewhere squidgy. Your belly, maybe?” “I can’t believe you called my belly ‘squidgy.’ It’s not squidgy, it’s pillowy. And sexy!” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“She liked a very particular kind of plot: the sort where the pirate kidnaps some virgin damsel, rapes her into loving him, and then… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“He had this domineering way about him that totally ketchuped my tater tots—it was like he knew what I wanted more than I did.” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“But the next noise to echo through the hall was one I was pretty sure I recognized. It was the unmistakable sound of the… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“He chose to eat his tart off my thighs, which I think we both enjoyed.” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“You’re the champion, I reminded myself. You have to fight a dragon. You’re not allowed to be scared of a penis.” — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
“The thing is, Iris, I've never liked the idea of compromise. In films and in stories people who love each other — really love each other — make horrendous sacrifices. They give kidneys they move across the world they die. Or become the undead because you know I like that sort of book. Basically the heroine's lover calls and she… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share
“So, once again, I ignored my poor, repressed libido--which was currently clamoring for me to lure Ryu behind the counter and knock him out… — Nicole Peeler Copy Share Image
