[Lizzie Bennington to a reporter who has asked for her opinion about Jack Archer's celebrated thighs.] __hen you come back from a set down and bring the match to a final set tiebreak and are a point away from winning the match, only to have what looks like an extremely fit player call a time out because of a cramp and then watch that player sit back and casually converse and laugh while you do your best to keep your mental focus and your body moving so you don__ grow cold and cramp yourself, I hardly think you__ concern yourself with his burgeoning manhood, let alone his thighs!

He was working that charm right now on the trainer who kneeled before him and touched his thigh as though it were the thigh of David, Michelangelo__ glorious statue come to life right here on court.

Well, with that filly in my line of vision blushing like a virgin, something in me was bound to stand at attention. And my walking legs were occupied.

You__e my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.

Mags, I don__ know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You__e amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.

So you__l cheat to win, huh?_____l use any means necessary to win.__er breasts ached at the smoky tone in his voice, like he__ reached out and rolled her nipples between his fingertips.