God, grant me the ability to stalk the men I hate, the sense to get the right ammo and the aim to hit them squarely in the ass.
Everything about being a slave sucked. Everything except for Slave Roller Coaster.
The slumber party had taken an unusual turn.
Here, let me wash some of that ugly off your face.
All the places in Rome to Flog a guy and you had to pick a spot right by my humble twig selling business
If only I hadst but placed a silver circlet upon her finger, for verily did I enjoy it.