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He’s more of a man than any I’ve met. If he told me he ate tree bark and slept in caves, I’d believe him.
“I’m not wearing a bra because of Molly.” “In any other instance I’d give Molly a token of my gratefulness. My house. Perhaps my firstborn.”
his mastery of the one-handed lane change could have me chewing through iron.
The sound I make in response does not bear repeating—it’s not ladylike or dreamy or hot. I’m a horny creature from some black lagoon. One that’s ovulating, maybe.
