“How many strokes does it take?" "One. Two. Three." "Four. Five..." "Six." "Seven. Eight." "Nine." "What if Daddy. Ten. Finds out what I did. Eleven. To his innocent little girl?" "Twelve." "This is what you do to me. Feel it.… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“You were expecting to see Drake Junior?" He clucked his tongue at her. "You haven't even bought me dinner yet.” — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“Even though my finger will probably get all infected now and swell up like a bloated corpse, I want you to know that I'll… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“I like to think it's a nice trade off for wanting to kill everything. And, I do suck...but only for you and only if… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“His gaze fell to her lips then lingered on her neck. "As you so invitingly put it, I'd be too busy chewing on people."… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“I’m not interested in any other man’s G-string. In fact,” she slipped her hands down the back of his pants and squeezed his tight,… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“Dude, the whole Drake coming out of the closet routine is getting old. Get some new material. ~ Drake” — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“What?" his gruff voice scolded. "You were expecting to see Drake Junior?" He clucked his tongue at her. "You have'nt even bought me dinner… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“Damn, you kill a few people here and there and suddenly everyone thinks you're a trouble maker." ~Drake” — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
“There's a moment when you realise all your worst fears have come true. When the fat girl stuffing her face in the corner finally… — Jennifer Turner Copy Share Image
