There were two things Chris knew well: his rifle and a woman's body. With either, he could spend hours studying their intracacies, their individual quirks and hots spots...their flaws.
He knew when one of them was going to jam up and let him down or to give him the shot of his life. Rifles and women - he loved them both, but not necessarily in that order.
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You’ve got to start admitting it.”
“Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to break me?”
“No, you won’t break. You’ll bend, but you won’t break. Because until you admit it, it’ll never really go away,” he said. “You might’ve taken control, but that man took something from you he shouldn’t have. And that’s not your fault—whether or not you gave in is irrelevant. Come to terms with it now, Isabelle, before it’s too late.
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
—William Faulkner
I don't like rules, especially the unwritten ones that say I need to let myself be controlled by my man.
Stephanie TylerTags: feminism independence
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