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"You are perfect for a female." "Not where I come from." "Then they're using the wrong standard."
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payne
jr-ward
manny
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J.R. Ward |
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"I don't need to tell you not to fuck my buddy. Right." The surgeon looked around his little-glass-bottle-and-needle routine. "I'm not thinking of sex at the moment, thank you very much. But if I was, it sure as shit wouldn't be with him. So instead of worrying about who I'm tapping, how'd you like to do us all a favor and have a shower. You stink."
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manny
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"Because my patient just sat herself up--and I'm not talking about her raising her torso off the damn pillows. I wasn't there when she did it and I need to see how it happened." Red Sox seemed to stop breathing. "What...I'm sorry. What the fuck are you saying." "Do I need to reenact it in charades or some shit?" "I'll pass on that--I so don't need you on your knees in front of me with only a towel on." "Which makes two of us." "Wait, are you serious?" "Yeah. I'm really not interested in blowing you, either."
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manny
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J.R. Ward |
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98c3bb6
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Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.
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manny
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J.R. Ward |
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The pair of them were staring at the computer screen like two dogs watching animal planet: very focused, but incapable of turning up the volume or changing the channel. -Manny and Butch
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manny
j-r-ward
butch
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"As the syringe was filled, Butch stepped up into the surgeon's grille. Even as incapacitated as the cop was from the inhaling, he was straight-up deadly as he spoke. "I don't need to tell you not to f*ck my buddy. Right." The surgeon looked around his little-glass-bottle-and-needle routine. "I'm not thinking about sex at the moment, thank you very much. But if I was, it sure as shit wouldn't be with him. So instead of worrying about who I'm tapping, how'd you like to do us all a favor and have a shower. You stink." Butch blinked. Then smiled a little. "You have balls." "And they're made of brass. Big as church bells, too."
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"I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V"
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manny
j-r-ward
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"The hallway beyond was filled with males of the house, the Brothers and other fighters and Manny sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles. Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs. "This is NOT as pathetic as it looks," her Butch pointed out. "Liar," V muttered, "It so fucking is. I think I'm going to start knitting for reals."
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vodka
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marissa
manny
vishous
butch
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"The phone went off. Private caller. "Thank fuck," he said as he accepted it. "Payne--" "No." Manny closed his eyes: Her brother sounded like hell. "Where is she." "We don't know. And there's nothing that we can do from here--we're trapped inside." The guy exhaled like he was smoking something. "What the fuck happened before she left? I thought she'd be spending all night with you. It's cool if you two . . . you know . . . but why did she leave so early?" "I told her it wasn't going to work out." Long silence. "What the fuck are you thinking?" Clearly if it hadn't been all bright and sunny outside, motherfucker would have been knocking on Manny's door, looking to kick some Italian ass. "I thought that would make you happy." "Oh, yeah. Abso--break my sister's fucking heart. I'm all for that." Another sharp exhale, like he was blowing smoke. "She's in love with you, asshole." Didn't that stop him in his tracks. But he got back with the program. "Listen, she and I . . ." At that point, he was supposed to explain the stuff about the results of his physical and how he was all freaked out and didn't know what the repercussions were. But the trouble was, in the hours since Payne had taken off, he'd come to realize that however true that shit was, there was a more fundamental thing going on at the core of him: He was being a little bitch. What the go-away had really been about was the fact that he was shitting in his pants because he'd actually fallen in love with a woman . . . female . . . whatever. Yeah, there was a tremendous overlay of metaphysical stuff he didn't understand and couldn't explain, blah, blah, blah. But at the center of it all, he felt so much for Payne that he didn't know himself anymore, and that was the terrifying part. He'd pussied out when he'd had the chance. But that was done now. "She and I are in love," he said clearly. And damn him to hell, he should have had the balls to tell her. And hold her. And keep her. "So like I said, what the fuck are you thinking." "Excellent question." -Manny & Vishous"
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