Come on y'all...rasise your hands ifin you've been there!!!! As to Noah...meh....
Jonah’s heartbeat chose violence. His hand, traitorously sensible, stayed. Warm palm, anchor thumb. He didn’t look at Christian. He didn’t breathe too loudly. He concentrated on not exploding into grateful confetti.
Pounding away, a slave to my keyboard, can't break away even with the excuse of the need to go shopping for prezzies...danmit Amazon...
So I'll just file away the calluses on my fingertips and soldier on...
Oh, girls, Sarah and Clair...what have you gone and done???
I am still not a fan of Anduin, regardless of his background...
Cain, lying on the broken glass table top, does he have serious cuts on his back as well?
Just how far did they go in emasculating him, superficially or with serious damage?
What was Flavius doing/not doing???
I suspect official charges will be filed, making it difficult to brush under the rug...
In a way, I think Five and Bethany have crossed a line, no matter how well-intentioned they are...it's a bit duplicious and disingenuous...
Then...huh?????
“You definitely have my undivided attention right now,” Five replied as he looked at Five’s bulge.
“I need to check the weather forecast, but I think we could either go skiing or snow machining tomorrow and not run into any weather,” Percy said absently as he pressed his forehead to Five’s as he continued to stimulate the boy.
“Here, I’m quite comfortable here,” Five said breathlessly as his hands slipped under Trevor’s shirt.
Oh...no...shoot me now if that unthinkable thought should happen...let's put one foot in front of the other and repeat that step multiple times...it's called moving forward...like eating an elephant, one bite at a time, if Mohammad won't go to the mountain, bring the damed mountain to him...