Cindi Madsen

When I mentioned that I'd always wanted to have sex against the wall with a woman in a skirt, she said, "Well, how convenient. I just so happen to have a skirt on, and there are several walls in here.

I love you. I__e loved you since I was sixteen years old, and I__l love you until the day I die. And I just_ needed you to know that.

You're my friend who happens to be pretty and female. You do realize being your friend doesn't mean I don't have a penis?

Let's get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment," he said against my lips."Or maybe we'll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table... periodically.""Mmm. I love it when you talk nerdy to me.

Why didn't you tell me I had syrup on my face?" Lyla asked when I settled behind the steering wheel. Her tongue darted out, licking the corner of her lip. I went to put the key in the ignition and missed.

As for the making out with strangers, that was a one-time thing. Jeff keeps texting, and I feel bad, but I've been ignoring him -- the kissing was just so awful.""Yeah, he'd probably not be a good choice for number seven either.

I haven't done anything you're supposed to do. Like get so drunk you puke and don't remember the rest of the night.""Overrated, I swear."She looked at me, that deadly look on her face, and I held up my hands. "Fine. You wanna get drunk and puke, I'm not gonna stop you.""But I want to do, like more than just drinking." Her brow furrowed and I could practically see the wheels in her brain spinning. "I should make a list and outline a plan."I was going to point out that list-making wasn't the best way to let loose, but I decided to let it go.

I couldn't imagine choosing shopping when sex was an option.

I think it__ cool that you care about your heritage, but yet you don__ conform. Promise me that no matter what happens, you__l never lose that feisty, impulsive side of you.

That's when it hit me. I had to go through a lot of bad relationships first, but I'd finally found him. My very own Prince Charming. Turns out they do exist.Touché, Cinderella. Touché.

Troy smiled down at her, and her heart jumped into her throat. The lights turned his skin colors. Red, green, blue. Glimpses of every shade of Troy, and they all looked good. The song ended, and the world seemed to stop, just her and Troy, standing in the middle of the floor.

I wanted to kiss you for a long time, and I decided that might be my only chance. I__e been miserable ever since._ Troy ran his fingers along her jaw. __t was almost better when I didn__ know how it felt to kiss you.

A pair of great heels was much more satisfying than a man. They lasted longer, and better yet, they didn__ leave me for someone prettier.

The toddler started making this whine/moan noise while pawing at Tabitha. I know as a woman I'm supposed to have this innate love of babies, but the truth is, they kind of remind me of zombies. They stumble around, arms out, moaning. And if they get a hold of you, they suck the energy out of you.

A guy approached her, beer bottle in one hand, smiling at her in that way guys do when they think they__e good- looking enough to smile and get anything they want. __y friend and I were just talking about what a sausage fest this was, and then you came in._ He ran his appraising gaze down her body, lingering on the V of her neckline.Faith crossed her arms. __hat works out, because I__ here for a weenie roast.He put a protective hand over his package__robably without realizing he was doing it__ut his smile widened.

You started that one.__er mouth dropped open. __ didn__ say anything!___weetheart, your eyes said it all._ He lowered his hand from his cuffs and jerked his chin out toward the darkness lit with twinkling bug butts. __ow, behave, will you? I__ trying to watch bugs catch a mate. See if I can__ get some tips.___ell, make your ass glow, and I might take back everything I__e said about you.

In other words, he looked like uniformed police hotness, and she wasn__ entirely uninterested in being cuffed. Wait. That__ a bad thought. I don__ mean it. She took him in again, her throat suddenly dry. Well, she didn__ exactly not mean it, but she knew better than to want it.

I just wanted one more day." More tears welled up in her eyes. "But it would never be enough. I could keep asking for one more day for the rest of my life.