I Don't Think You Can Write -

Eve: "what Do You Want?" Nadine: "a Man Of Amazing Sexual Prowess, Great Sensitivity, Stupendous Abs, And The Face Of An Angel. Toss In A Wicked Sense Of Humor And Stupendous Wealth, Who Adores The Very Ground I Walk On. Oh Wait, You Already Have Him.

((doc Is Getting Ready To Do A Pap-smear On Reece)) "looks Healthy," Doc Commented. "good, Because It Hasn't Been Getting Any Exercise In Quite A While." When She Heard Willow Smother A Laugh, Reece Just Closed Her Eyes. She Had To Remember Some Old Saying About Being Careful Of Thoughts. They Become Words.

I Want To Keep You, Till The End Of Days.

Why?” Eve Leaned Forward. “sincerely, I’ve Always Wanted To Know Why Anyone Buys Multiple Pairs Of Shoes At A Time.” “if I Have To Explain It, The Joy Is Lost.

I'm Just Full Of Surprises." Watching Her, He Waved The Wrapped Bar From Side To Side. "you Can Have The Candy If You Sit On My Lap." That Sounds Like Something Perverted Old Men Say To Young, Stupid Girls." I'm Not Old, And You're Not Stupid." He Sat, Patted His Knee. "it's Belgian Chocolate." Just Because I'm Sitting On Your Lap And Eating Your Candy Doesn't Mean You Can Cop A Feel," She Said As She Folded Into His Lap.