"The third time they did that style of question on me, my sarcasm got away on me, "I'm hoping it means 'Pretty girls should wear very short miniskirts...this summer.' Honestly, why do you waste time asking me silly questions like that? The Corvallis education system doesn't include Ancient Babylonian or whatever the heck that language was." God might've put knowledge in your soul that you're not aware of." And God might've put that knowledge into the soul of one of Donna's horses. God MIGHT'VE. She habitually thought of her youngest daughter as her little girl, even though that little girl was going to give Maggie her first granddaughter in only a little over a month.“All right then,” she said.Julia smiled. “I think I saw the limo coming down the street. You could be a sweetheart and intercept them, because they’ll probably want to help me too.” She glanced at Bob. “And I have all the help I need.” The look on her face made Maggie think of her own early married days, when Hank was. Let me just explain my boss is stunning; 5 foot 7, long brown hair that seems so shiny you just want to run your fingers through it. Blue eyes so deep you could fall into them and never get out, lightly tanned skin that seems to never lighten. Deep red lips that you just want to devour and a body so perfectly proportioned God himself could never hope to build a better body. “Nathan,” she says nicely. “Yes?” I reply. “Why are you late?” she asks. I respond “I’m sorry, I don’t have a reason I. Someone has told you this dirty little secret since I last met you. You curious child, you want to try it out. I feel air as my legs spread farther, separating the hot wetness of my lips. I see your head in my curls, your curious eyes shining back at me, making me weak. You stare at me scandalously as you let your tongue touch my sex for the first time. I bite my lip, watching you go down on me- now lapping at me like a cat laps at milk. I want you to consume me. You suck on my cunt and I.