You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag."

I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I'd thought that once, I'd thought it a thousand times!

She let out an outraged huff. Bones ignored it.

"Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds.

Autor: Jeaniene Frost

You know what your problem is, Justina? You're in desperate need of a good shag."<br /><br />I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I'd thought that once, I'd thought it a thousand times!<br /><br />She let out an outraged huff. Bones ignored it.<br /><br />"Not that I'm offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds. - Jeaniene Frost


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