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This year, I’d make my birthday wish simple and selfish. This year, before I gave up the practice of law, I’d wish for one—just one—innocent client.
Landers figured it had been quite a while since the whale had seen his own dick.
This dead body was a human at one point... Not sure I like the negative way we're describing a victim.
Lottie was pretty good, but once Landers did her a few times, he dumped her. He had to. There were a lot of other women out there who wanted to be with him. He figured he owed it to them to stay unattached.
What is this misogynistic drivel?
It didn’t surprise Landers. Any woman who dressed like that had to be a moron.
This author knows women read, right?
I sat back down on the chair next to the bed and began to dismantle the picture frame. I pried the small staples loose on the back of the frame, pulled the photo out, and tore it into little pieces. “Hope you don’t mind too much, Ma, but I’m going to put Raymond where he belongs.” I walked to the bathroom, dropped the pieces in the toilet, flushed it, and watched them swirl around the bowl and disappear.
Not really nice...
Marrying Caroline was the best decision I ever made. She was so beautiful, so full of life, and she taught me the most important lesson I’d ever learned—how to love.
Maybe the only nice thing this author has written about a woman.
The redhead on stage was magnificent. She had a gorgeous face, and she kept throwing her head around and making her hair fly. Her legs were long, her ass was tight, her tits were small and firm, and she could move.
Is this really the only way to describe women? Perhaps this is 'character development' but overall, still not working.
“My name isn’t honey. It’s Landers. Special Agent Landers. And you’re about to find out how much I hate it when sluts lie to me.”
Sigh
Angel Christian,
That cannot be a real name.
Her lips were full and protruded ever so slightly, and even in the standard-issue orange jumpsuit, I could see that her body was magnificent.
Really? ick
Sitting in front of me was one of the most beautiful young women I’d ever seen, with a body so sexy that under normal circumstances I’d have either been aroused or, at the very least, distracted.
So, no control over your penis? None?
The day after he arrested the girl, he was running along Watauga Avenue in Johnson City thinking he would’ve much rather nailed that kid than arrested her. She was hot.
Gross! Why?
being a drug-addicted, thieving, little whore was better than being a snitch,
Maynard, I guess I have this sort of simple philosophy about it. I just don’t think it’s right for a government to pass laws telling its citizens they can’t kill each other and then turn around and kill its citizens. It just seems hypocritical to me.”
“It’ll be enough to convict that little slut of murder.”
“Why, Mr. Dillard? Why? Because I say so. Because your sister is the scum of the earth. She won’t work, she doesn’t pay taxes, she sucks up drugs like a vacuum cleaner, and she’s a thief. She’s a drain on society, and she belongs in jail.
She hated him, she said. He killed her dog.
He heard her walking toward the bedroom door and pulled the sheet back down so he could take one last look at her and remind himself why he shouldn’t drink so much.
