It was a little blue cotton-knit dress with tiny daisies all over it, and it was tighter than Gran liked and shorter than Jason deemed proper in his sister.
Charlaine HarrisI liked long skirts," he said nostalgically. "I liked the underthings women wore. The petticoats.
Charlaine Harris[..] red high-heeled screw-me shoes.
Charlaine HarrisWell, screw him. I'd tried my best.
Charlaine HarrisSuddenly the blood tasted good, salty, the stuff of life.
Charlaine HarrisHis eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune.
"I don't know much," I confessed, my voice barely audible.
"Don't worry. I know a lot.
His eyes looked at my body as if it were a drink of water on a desert dune.
Charlaine HarrisI don't know much," I confessed, my voice barely audible.
"Don't worry. I know a lot.
You can get more skilled, Sookie, but can't get any better.
Charlaine HarrisOh, you were the dessert. The Rattrays were the meal.
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