Just one Line.

"Running now would be the ultimate dick move and I don’t think you have a dick bone in your body. Cause, you know, dicks aren’t bones. They’re blood and muscle. Right?”
 
"Ironically, I’ve dreamt of running away more as an adult than I ever did as a child."
 
At least she'd chosen an office with opaque wall panels, but still feared that anyone passing in the outer hall might overhear her screaming.
 
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She didn't care now whether she fucked him on the floor, the desk, or hanging out of the window.
 
"Why? You were up in my and Jen's room busily fucking my wife, asshole! What I got from Cheyenne was sloppy thirds!"
 
Jakob veered left and pulled the car up onto the narrow few feet of shoulder on the side of the road by the cliff. He killed the engine and got out. The ground sloped up from the road here. With the nose of the car pointing upward she could see only the three-quarter moon set in the blue canopy of night. She visualized the flat sea of sparkling lights in the valley below, a view she'd paused to admire many times on her late-night commutes up from the office. It was going to be the last thing she ever saw. She was surprised that she felt nothing.
 
She backpedaled, putting distance between herself and Jakob, catching her breath, trying to get the space to plant herself. She expected with each step to feel empty air under her heel, to go tumbling backward into darkness without end.
 
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He moved in close. His first attack was a hesitating, stiff-armed stab from a nearly standing position, with no follow-through. Not the move of an experienced knife fighter, but of a child pretending to fence with a toy sword. Or a man with no stomach for killing, one who had never drawn blood.

A small grace, and all that she was likely to receive.
 
"From that moment on it wasn't my cock any more, or my cocklet, it was Lucy's clitoris trapped under the chastity."
 
"(This is a two-way street, buster,)" she whispers. "(I get your ass as soon as we're back upstairs.)"
 
"Sorry Mr. Mallet, I think I need to do this. I'd enjoy hearing you squeal a little, but it will be better this way."
 
"I thought you were swearing off sex for a while. A long while!"
 
To her surprise, the tentacle, coated in a thick, drippy gelatin, didn't taste bad at all.
 
"Would you like a drink?" Jon asked Lauren, rummaging around inside the bar in the corner of his office.

There had been a time when they'd share a laugh whenever he'd acquire some silly little bourgeoise token of success. They played at being tycoons, both in on the joke. Upon uncrating the antique curved cherrywood cabinet with its brass fittings and marble top, he'd declared, "Blake Carrington would have one of these."

Once upon a time.
 
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Around the curve of the corridor, out of sight of Jon's office, she found Ethan and Stefan in animated conversation. They paused at her approach.

"You two always look like I've caught you smoking weed behind the school gym. So, what's cooking?"
 
“My great-grandfather and great-grandmother have been married for over 70 years. I asked him what their secret was, and he said, quote, ‘the key to a successful relationship is to stay as far the fuck away from each other as possible.’”
 
Chapter 10

"I used my sexiest voice and told him; 'You can fuck me in the ass, next time. But you'd better cum in my ass! So, be careful what you wish for, you'll go soft one way or another.' I grabbed his crotch and squeezed enough. 'Do you understand?' and he quickly nodded. So, I'm cool with him understanding the consequences of just using me."
 
"HOLY SHIT, girl! What happened to you?" as Jen sees Ally's blouse, ripped to shreds. Cat fight over Steven?"
 
"I don't understand how that club has been allowed to operate for as long as it has. Somebody is having their palm greased, that's for certain. Good for Amber she got out when she did. Anyway, you owe me a fuck."
 
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