Barely Awake And Already Starting In With

Holy Moses On A Pogo Stick!!

Looking For Me, Angel?

Jesus," Dante Interjected When The Heavy Quiet In The Vehicle Seemed Endless. "all This Touchy Feely Is Making Me Itchy To Kill Something. How About We Quit Jerking Each Other Off And Go Blow The Roof Off This Mutha?

You Stayed,” He Murmured... Her Softly Whispered Answer Sifted Into His Hair Where Her Lips Rested Against The Top Of His Head. “you Didn’t Let Go.

I’m Ready When You Are, Lucan.” “okay,” He Said, Shaking His Head In Defeat. “let’s Go Get Our Boy.