I could smell you.” Heat scorched Paris’ face and chest; her hand unconsciously cupping and shielding her damp sex in horror at the thought that ...om could smell her arousal. She collapsed in relief against the stall wall when his frustrated voice growled, “You’re the only woman I know who smells like vanilla and cinnamon.” Paris grimaced when Tom’s hand smacked against her door, and he uttered the same thoughts racing around her own head, “You can’t stay in there forever, you know.” His. As she stepped heavily back into the elevator and thumbed the button for the ground floor, rabbit-ears wilting and shoulders sagging, she didn’t feel very impressive at all.I... could call Mom, she realized, with a grimace. But, she’s on the other side of the state... she’ll be heading to bed by now—and she didn’t even know I was going to an anime convention. And, of course, nothing would make her feel like more of a helpless child than crying to her mother for help. The idea sat unpleasantly. .. I can’t see you anymore.I am not going to let you hurt me like this again!Trainer: It was a sit up. You did one sit up.Having plans sounds like a good idea until you have to put on clothes and leave the house.It’s weird being the same age as old people.Life is like a helicopter. I don’t know how to operate a helicopter.Chocolate is God’s way of telling us he likes us a little bit chubby.It’s probably my age that tricks people into thinking I’m an adult.Marriage Counselor: Your wife says you. I asked where ye ok and ye said no problem we are grand just having girlie time , I asked can I join in and ye both laughed and told me too carry on driving , but you told me too adjust the rear view mirror at the same time , I watched as the two of ye were kissing and tonguing each other getting really hot and heavy , you were wearing your black dress and I could see you had your legs open she was wearing a skirt that was hitched up around her waist , then she slipped her hand down your thigh.