“I love you, Essie. Before you came into my life, I had considered ending myself. Three hundred years is a long time to be alone. You’ve given me hope, a career as a drag queen and a dysfunctional family. I… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Are your panties up your ass?” Dwayne asked, concerned. “No. Why?” “Well, it looked like you were adjusting your hoohoo and I figured…” “Dwayne,”… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow would be a new day filled with uncertainty and very possibly danger, but right now all was right with my world. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home,” Hank said. “Will you guys be okay?” I asked my granny and BFF. “Oh, hell yeah. We’re gonna play Twister and then try on wigs and girdles,” Granny informed us. Hank seemed… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share
“I quickly texted Granny and told her to call around and find out the buzz on the recruiting. She texted back that she would get on it after she and Dwayne finished a round of paintball. She promised to have some info at lunch. I hoped to hell they’d at least gone out to the deserted beach to shoot each… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share
“He shifted his attention back to me and leaned in closer. “I told you to behave. I don’t want to have to arrest you… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“How about Al?” Sam suggested. “Perfect,” Dave grinned. “Um . . . Hi Poseidon, this is Al.” “Al who?” “Al Jacques Yuoff!” Dave snorted,… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Out," I instructed as I began peeling my clothes from my body. "I am going to pee for twenty-seven minutes, and then I'm going… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Dwayne, can you shoot a gun?” Dwayne rolled his eyes. “Hanky-poo, Dwayne doesn’t need a gun. I have crap in my repertoire that will make you lose sleep for the rest of your life.” We all digested that nugget silently for a moment and then moved on. If Dwayne wanted us to know exactly what he was capable of, he… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share
“Ready does not factor into the equation, Angel. Life happens whether we are ready or not—the only choice or control we have is whether… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“Puck Flare’s eyes turned blood red and narrowed to slits. “What have you done to me?” he demanded as a spear of fire flew… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
“I opened my mouth and projectile-vomited on her from head to toe. The more I retched, the more I had to retch. It was… — Robyn Peterman Copy Share Image
