Lisa Henry

'Maybe you out to go back there.' 'Can't. Gotta stay where... where I know what's w

And it didn't matter. It wouldn't make a fucking difference if I dropped to the floor and started crying like a baby. No point in panicking. No point in breaking. No point in anything at all.

Someone dies, there oughta be something. It oughta shake the world! You're not supposed to walk away!

Deacon flushed and smiled. "I guess you're right. I just want to feel, like...used. I want you to fuck me like I'm...like I'm--""A cheap whore?" Mark supplied. He was familiar with the feeling."Yes!" Deacon looked relieved. Then nervous again. "Only don't..."Mark wound an arm around him and kissed his cheek. "Spit it out. If I can clean my bowels out in front of you, you can tell me how you want to be fucked."Deacon hesitated. "Just don't be mean about it, okay? I want you to be dirty but not mean. Does that make sense?""Completely.

What sort of place lets you drive and vote and fuck before it lets you drink a beer?_ ~Mark Cooper

(Brin) 'How good is your lawyer, on a scale of Atticus Finch to Franklin and Bash?

(Derek) __ow do you see the beauty in a three-eared dog but not in a guy with big teeth?_(Christy) __ogs rule. People drool._(Derek) __nly if you gag them.

(Erin) 'What do you think gave you this interest?' Yep. There it was. 'I__ not saying anything bad about it. I just wonder what makes one person want to hit another. Did I not give you enough contact when you were young? Should I have breast-fed?'(Derek)'I__ pretty sure it started when you left me in the bread aisle when I was two. I started thinking the only way to get people to notice me was to tie them up and whip them.

You should see the murderous stares I get on the street. Though I think that has less to do with seeing a man carrying a purse and more to do with paisley. Paisley makes everyone cranky.

And then it was done. He was there, but he wasn__. His consciousness, his self-awareness, the part of him that translated to a snarky voice in his head, all still there. All there but so far away. Not . . . not at the front anymore.

'You're like starlight,' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.'

I was his heartbeat. I was his fucking universe. Now I was, but soon I wouldn't be. I would miss that, miss being important. I would miss having someone.

Cam shook his head. 'Do you ever listen to how much crazy shit comes out of your mouth?' 'Nope.' I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled him closer. 'Nobody does. That's why I remain undiagnosed.'