What r u wearing? Huh? Matt blinked at the phone, sure he'd read it wrong. Wasn't that how phone sex started? He wasn't dating anyone.

In a daze, Remi stepped up to the battered old bar, next to Rhys. "What will it be?" the bartender asked Remi. "I'll have a Jake and Coke-uh, Jack and Cock, uh-" Oh fuck. Remi stopped talking. He could actually feel his face heat with a blush. Someone shoot me.

Remi groaned, grabbing his face in both hands. 'Goddamn it! I'm sick and fucking tired of my eyes shifting.' He dropped his hands and pointed to Jonathon's body. 'And that is just gross. Why do I want to eat it?' He stormed off toward the house.

'That another one of your rules, Bit? No touching, no kissing, no flirting?' 'You forgot no calling me Bit.' 'Yeah, I don't like that one. I don't think I like the no flirting either.'

So, do you clean, too?”“Hell, no!.. I’m gay ... not a damn housewife!”Everybody laughed.(The Tin Star)

Not only did I manage to accidentally meet the man I’m investigating, I managed to accidentally have sex with him.

'You know that saying, give a man enough rope?' When Matt nodded, Howard continued. 'I can assure you the person who came up with it didn't know Aubrey. You give him enough rope and he'll tie you to a chair with it.'

- had a million things to do today; death would have to wait, -(The Tin Star)

Can I have Jake and Coke--uh, Jack and Cock

I swore I'd never become some lord's brainless arm ornament and political host, but I've become far worse. I'm a glorified housekeeper and sperm donor. -from the journal of Payton Marcus Townsend.