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He put his fingertips against her forehead. "You must be at least this tall to ride The Beast." "Secure your belongings and keepy your arms and legs around the ride at all times.

None of your business. Go get me a beer.

If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

Deeper? Are you trying to bruise her liver? ~Eric

Why do I always sound like the chick in this relationship?

When did he pass out lastnight?" Eric asked Myrna. "After he swallowed my banana and I forced him to consume my fluids.

You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." "If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

Just love me, Myrna," he whispered against her lips. "Please." ~Brian "Master" Sinclair

Trey pulled the sucker out of his mouth. "Um, Myrna," he said. "You seem to be naked." ~Trey

Wanna go to Vegas and get married?

We eat on that table, you know. ~Trey

Trey, are you molesting virgins again? ~Brian

Ah Myrna, I think I've loved you since I took my first breath."........ "Don't be afraid, Myr. I love you more than I could ever put into words, but I won't fail you. I promise. This love, our love, is forever.

I need a million dollars to pay the ransom on my kidnapped poodle.

Brian held up the three centermost fingers of his right hand. "Read between the lines, asshole.

There's a difference between can't and won't. The outcome is the same

He grinned. "It's more of a personal challenge. Do you have any interest in getting to know me at all? Personally, I mean." "Can't I just Google you? Isn't your entire life somewhere online?" He scowled. "Probably.

If I was being cruel, you'd know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you.

I was dreaming about you." "Was it a good dream?" "Not really. I was chasing you and you wouldn't stop running from me." ~Brian/Myrna

I'd cuddle with you, but I don't want to sweat off my riff and solo." She laughed. "That must be the first time that excuse has ever been used to avoid after-sex cuddling.

Myr, your mole is interrupting my solo

Did I sleep on my face again?

You could knock,” Trey said. Brian paused in the bedroom’s doorway holding his towel around his waist. Standing before the long dresser, Trey wrapped his arms around the thin young man in front of him and plastered his body to the guy’s back. Trey’s hand slid up under the hem of his new friend’s T-shirt. The guy’s eyes widened and he caught Trey’s hands in his. “H-hey, Master Sinclair, erm, Brian. Can I call you Brian?” Brian shrugged and the guy flushed. “This isn’t what it looks like. I don’t like guys or anything.” He shook his head vigorously. “You will,” Trey murmured, inching the guy’s shirt further up his belly. “Trey, are you molesting virgins again?” Brian grinned at his best friend’s delight with his latest conquest.

I know you crave pain because I made you feel like a whore. That voyeuristic stuff was hot, Mryna, but I'd rather treasure you. I don't think you understand how beautiful you are. How amazing your lack of inhibition is. How wonderful..." He seemed to realize he'd said too much. ~Brian "Master" Sinclair

He glanced at Trey nervously and quickly averted his gaze to settle on Brian. "You guys rock. I absolutely idolize you. I wan't to be you." "I want to do you," Trey said, toying with the hair at the nape of Mark's neck.

Now you have all of me. ~Brian "Master" Sinclair

One on each hand. One on his face. One riding him like a mechanical bull.

I'd cuddle with you, but I don't want to sweat off my riff and solo.

She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him. "Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.