I’m gonna try to steal home.”
I smiled. “Silly Simon, it’s not stealing if I wave you in
You really have no idea, do you?”
“No idea about what?”
“How thoroughly you own me, Nightie Girl,” he said, leaning in to whisper this part in my ear. “And I know I love you enough to want you to have your happy ending.
You coming? ‘Cause I sure did.
Alice ClaytonBring it on home, Wallbanger
Alice ClaytonI started to roll my eyes, but that hurt. The right one was pressed so firmly against the peephole, you see.
Alice ClaytonThe girl next door was meowing. What in the world was my neighbor packing to make that happen?
Alice ClaytonFucking Wallbanger,” I hissed, frozed on the spot.
His grin slid off as well as he played place-the-face for a moment. “Fucking Pink Nightie Girl.
I wouldn’t say I know him, but I’m familiar with his work.
Alice ClaytonI panted like a whore in church. The Church of Simon... where I was dying to kneel before him.
Alice ClaytonWhy do all men seem to think they need to rescue a woman? Are we not capable of rescuing our damn selves? Why do I need to be rescued? I don’t need a man to rescue me, and I certainly don’t need no wallbanging, Purina-fucking, listening-at-my-wall-like-a-goddamn-psycho coming over here to rescue me! You got that, mister?
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