Omygod, I Haven’t Got Years.

He Squinted At Me. "what Are You Wearing? Is That Some New Form Of Birth Control?

When I Was Six Years Old I Sprinkled Sugar On My Head, Convinced Myself It Was Pixie Dust, Wished Myself Invisible, And Walked Into The Boys' Bathroom At School.

You're Such A Cupcake.

Give Me The Gun." Ranger Said. I Extracted The Gun From My Pants And Handed It Over. Ranger Held The Gun In The Pulm Of His Hand And Smiled. "it's Warm," He Said. He Put The Gun In The Glove Compartment And Plugged The Key Into The Ignition. Am I Fired?" No. Any Women Who Can Heat Up A Gun Like That Is Worth Keeping Around.

Cute? I Think My Testosterone Level Just Dropped - Ranger