Pop quizzes were killers. Like ambushing assassins they elicited fear and loathing in the prey, and a certain heady power in the hunter.
J.D. RobbTags: pop-quiz
Life has very little even ground.
J.D. RobbTags: life fairness fair even even-ground
I'm not trying to box you in. I'm just trying to live with you.
J.D. RobbShe had a rosebud on her ass, and wasn't happy about it. Standing naked in the bathroom, Eve adjusted the trifold mirror until she could get a good look.
"I think I could bust her for this," she muttered.
"Decorating a cop's posterior without a license?" Roarke suggested as he strolled in. "Felonious reproduction of floral imagery?''
"You're getting a big charge out of this, aren't you?" Miffed, Eve snagged a robe off the hook.
"Darling Eve, I thought I made it perfectly clear last night I was on your side of the issue. Didn't I do my best to chew it off?
Tags: ceremony-in-death
You're still carrying Africa, but it's eroding at the edges.
Great. We're destroying the Dark Continent.
Tags: eve-dallas roarke-humor roarke
That's a lot of vegetables.
"It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl..." He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face.
She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. "You think you're cute, don't you, pal?"
"Adorable."
"In this case, you can have adorable. Ow!" She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza.
"Vegetables first.
Tags: eve-dallas roarke-humor roarke
Sit up, and no whining."
"I don't whine."
"Rarely," he agreed. But when you do, you make up for the lack of quantity with quality.
Tags: humor
Eve, did you marry me for my money?"
"You bet your ass. And you'd better hold on to it, or I'm history"
"It's very sweet of you to say so.
Tags: humor eve-dallas roarke
EVE: I have work to do.
ROARKE: I know but it can wait. I have something to show you.
EVE: In the bedroom? She looks Roarke up and down. I've seen it. It's nice I might take time to play with it later.
ROARKE: You're to good to me.
It was the first day in the life of the new lean and mean Peabody.
An hour later, she lay on the grubby floor wheezing like the dying. Her quads and hamstrings burned, her glutes wept, and her arms couldn't stop screaming for mama.
"Never doing this again," she announced. "Yes, you are," she corrected. "Can't. Dying. Can. Will. Help me, I think I broke my ass. Wimp, pussy. Shut up.
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