I look at the check once more and then fold and tuck it into my bra. It's not every day a girl gets to be up close and personal with this much money.
So ... will you stay with me until it's over? Please?" "Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
I saw this beautiful girl the other day. She had an ass behind her that seemed to go on for days. In fact, I’m still going on about her.
Melons. The girls. Gazongas. I could rattle off every nickname in the world for my boobs – oops nearly forgot jubblies – but it didn’t change the fact they were small.
They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.
...I could feel what was left of my soul just slipping away as I fed on that girl until she was totally and completely drained.
Oh, how hard it is to understand the hearts of girls and women. When they are not the most timid of creatures, they are the bravest. Reason has no part in their lives.
- I see the real world, Nancy. But it doesn't seem real to me. - How does it seem? - It seems like an illusion that nobody notices.
--the ethereal, fine-nerved, sensitive girl, quite unfitted by temperament and instinct to fulfil the conditions of the matrimonial relation with Phillotson, possibly with scarce any man...
I don’t believe it! You’re still interested in the girl, despite the fact that she might be some kind of alien. Does this sickness of yours have any bounds?
She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl.
It was about time she woke up to reality and realized that there was more to being a vampire than just feeding from blood.
To him it was a sort of hyperspace-librarian, girl-geek thing that he found clever and fetching without attracting him in a way that would have been creepy.
A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.
You and me, baby girl, we're too jaded. We just want mind-blowing sex with someone who knows we're fucked up and accepts it.
I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.
Crew up, Nailer!" Lucky Girl shouted. "You think I'm going to pull your ass up here like a damn swank?
Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones
I picture you four girls back when you were small. I hardly knew where you ended and the other ones started.
He was smoking hot. As in H-O-T-T, hott. I’d never understood until that moment why girls insisted on adding an extra t. This guy was extra-t-worthy.
Girls will get together just to get together. Guys need an activity as an excuse. Otherwise it’s too homo for them to handle.
