The white-haired wonder leading what had to, by now, be a blocks-long parade must've finally turned on her hearing aid. Because she finally pulled into the United Methodist Church parking lot, praise God, leaving the rest of us free to… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share
“I sat up. Slowly. Between the belly dancing, the fire, the visit to Dave and it's aftermath, the night had taken its toll. You look like crap!" Cole said merrily. "I like the hair though." He made a camera frame with his thumbs and forefingers and in the genie voice from Aladdin said, "Now what does this say to me?… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share
Unbelievable. After what just happened between us no, I don’t have any right. None at all. We’re barely a couple. We’re not even sleeping… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
I like these boots," I told Vayl. "Do you think they'd sell them to me cheap? I keep ruining mine." "Since when do you fret over money?" he asked with amusement. "I was not even sure you knew what to do with it." I shrugged. "A women has needs." "Still." said Cole. "Gosh, Jaz, why didn't you say something to… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share
Jumping up and down is definitely sexy," Vayl assured me. "Would you like to do it two or three times right now before we… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“Cassandra watched him go, slumping a little as the distance between them grew. "He was so nice." "Yeah." "And look at that butt." I considered said item. "Definitely superior. But not for Cassandra hands?" She shook her head sadly. "Another person stands between us now. He'll meet her within the month." "Is she prettier than you?" Cassandra started to smile.… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share
The padlock clicked open. A voice soundingoddly like South Parks's Cartman echoed through my quivering brain. Goddammit! — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
communication is such a two-edged sword for guys. On the one hand, they almost always mean what they say. Refreshing, I know. On the… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Okay, okay, backing off. Um, I suppose this would be a bad time to ask you to talk to Pete for me, you know,… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“WHAT?!" I felt the prickling along my scalp that signaled Big Anger. I wished I was the Queen of Hearts so I could just… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Have you dared to eat my son?" I laughed. Actually, it started out as more of a giggle that grew. Because my mind went… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
Sometimes things would be so much simpler if you could just pull out your gun and shoot the bad guy. Reason number seventeen why… — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
“I can't belly dance.' Yes, you can. It's in your fi--' Will you stop reading my goddamn file!” — Jennifer Rardin Copy Share Image
