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After a breakup with a bank robber and a divorce from a cross dresser, she gave it up for good. BAD BOY Raised in foster homes, Jason swore never to need anyone as much as the parent who abandoned him. The heater kicked on, chasing away the December chill, and sending the smell of pine throughout the room.
That was why he failed to follow up after experiencing the best kiss of his life: real passion was addictive. " On second thought, she didn't need to ask, his well-filled out boxers said it all. "I had blue balls for months." "We didn't date for months." "Well, it felt like months. It was a warmth that always made her feel safe, even safe from the stalker that Jason had personally taken down.
But it’s not happening soon enough for his girlfriend, If only Lola Dunne had the time—and the courage—she’d write her novel, and maybe even start dating again.But when Sue Finley started getting death threats, all bets were off. Sue dropped the present she'd just wrapped under the tree and looked up at her sleepy husband who wore only his naughty or nice boxers. "He has an early Christmas present for you." He ran his hand over his hard abs. Don't know why you waited so long either." He wrapped his arms around her middle. But tonight the comfy feeling was chased away by butterflies. She knew she should, but God help her, she was afraid. The blonde spitfire was everything he'd ever wanted—and she needed him. Silence fell as Christmas lights flickered on the tree. " "I'm not the one who has a peeking problem." "I didn't peek," he said. Afraid he'd say the wrong thing, afraid he'd break her heart. "Faulty tape, I'm sure." He leaned over her shoulder and studied her. The only thing she couldn't explain was...well, men. Dating was like diving into a box of chocolates: sometimes the sweetest-looking specimens were candy coated poison. "Oh, you said no to me quite a few times in the beginning if my memory serves me right." He sat down behind her on the floor. For now, avoid forcing the issue with mere "lists" of works possessing an arbitrary shared characteristic, such as relating to a particular place.