mystery

To speak a language that was as intimate and free as certain dreams, saying darkly, thrillingly, My cock inside of you. Your come in my mouth ... He focused on the boy__ slim, tight hips; with the tip of his tongue he tasted an asshole__ bitter, forbidden mystery.

It is unwise to make something permanent when the whole world is shifting.

I used to feel sorry for myself, then I discovered cocktails. If life has taught me anything, it__ that there__ nothing a stiff drink can__ fix.

Well, it is generally considered_ though not always true_ that the wife of a man so honoured is likely also to be worthy of the honour, and so it is accorded her. In the event it is false, and I have known that to be so in more than one circumstance , it is still accorded her in deference to her husband."~Sherlock Holmes, with respect to aristocratic titles

Watson fully comprehended the fact that occasionally it is useful for one__ adversaries to underestimate one__ abilities.__Sherlock Holmes

When the sun shines you cannot see the moon," he said. "But when the sun is gone ah,when the sun is gone.

Neely McIntire," I said, clamping a sweaty hand behind her neck. "Friendship be damned!" Hayden yanked me forward. I had time to make a very girly sound before his lips began to move furiously over mine. His touch left behind the tingle of cinnamon gum. One of his hands slowly slid down and pressed into the small of my back. For a second, I thought the sun had washed over me. But this heat cuddled around me, pushing its way through my clothes. "Stmmmmp," I tried to say around his lips. My knees wobbled as he wound his fingers into the curls at my neck, holding my face firmly against his. "No." The hot pressure of his hand increased. A rumbling protest came from his throat when I dug my nails into his collarbones. "Lemme go," I managed to gasp when he kissed the corner of my mouth. "No," he whispered. His voice became a yielding puff of smoke. It slipped into my ears and coaxed something familiar from the broken depths. The urge to fight drained away. This wisp of memory warmed me, relaxed tensed muscles, but tightened other places. My fists uncurled and gripped his shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" "I want you to come back to me, Neely," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist to press our hips together. Fiery lips caressed my face and neck. "I know you're in there somewhere. Come back, come back, come back," he whispered between kisses.

It was frustrating and exhausting to gather bits of disconnected information without understanding how it all fitted together.

It was quite elementary,' returned the detective with a languid gesture of one hand.

She had an ass that could make any man sin."~ Gunner Wilson

The right things often happen for the wrong reason.

She__ have to treat the interview more like risotto than instant rice, adding ingredients gradually while stirring gently.

It was another thing you didn't learn at a top-drawer school. Bickering is like baldness or lousy gifts. It runs in families.

Oh please tell me we're not doing the Poirot thing again _ the suspects in the library with the candlestick or whatever'.Max looked at him [DCI Cotton]. 'Fruitcake in this case. And what would you prefer? A car chase? It__ the most efficient way to flush out a killer, as Dame Agatha Christie well knew.

What a disgrace! They were afraid...ashamed...they chose to conceal it...they buried the roots of a Great Civilization...they lacked the courage to go further...and turned their backs on what science had to offer them...and tried to seal away forever the hole they had torn open with their own hands.

When you get right down to it, we don__ ever want to know one another too well. We want there to be that mystery. Where there__ mystery, there__ hope.

You don't die of a broken heart, it only wears you down__ust another rainy day._ _ Grey Daze

When you find the sort of people who will show up to give you a ride exactly when they've promised to do so, hold on to them for dear life.