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1 " Irix, my beloved klepto. "
― Debra Dunbar , Sins of the Flesh (Half-Breed #2; Imp World #11)
2 " launched a stream of pheromones at him like nothing I’d ever done before. The door handle stopped moving, and there was a loud thump. My concern for the man warred with my desire to hide. Concern won, and I looked out the window. Well, he was alive at least. The man had collapsed and was lying on the decking, moaning and squirming as he tried to dry-hump the two-by-four holding up one corner of the porch. Clearly I’d overdone that one. "
3 " My trip. My rules. Now, drink. And strip. Slowly. Very, very slowly. "
4 " I’d just driven a man to hump his porch support and was digging through his personal belonging as he lay outside sleeping. "
5 " I’ll question him tomorrow morning, once he’s slept off his insane masturbatory activity.” Irix gave me a stern look. "