My story is bad enough without having to lie.
Standing behind a podium ironically flanked by crosses, the tall redhead delivered a presentation so spellbinding that the audience seemed to breathe and gasp in unison.
But this taste thing means he only gets it maybe once a month because it's truly a labor of love.
But social norms dictate that we do not insert ourselves into other people's personal lives.
It's not a course requirement.
Nearly every day at 4 p.
It can be enough to ruin the experience entirely—rather than focusing on how good you're feeling, you're focusing on keeping yourself as tightly closed as possible and pushing that fart as far back up as it'll go.
And his fervor to cause me pain was replaced with a passion to bring me pleasure.