cinderella

He smiled that smile again. How could something so lazy do such busy things to her body?

Faith had no idea if he meant liquor, sex or a game of twister but she was up for all three.

He thought there was chemistry? Faith had always hated chemistry at school but if she__ known a sexy Australian was going to seduce her with it in the future she may have paid more attention.

The way I see it, everyone__ been telling the story wrong. I mean, take Cinderella, for example. She never asked for a Prince, let alone waited around for one. Hell, all she ever wanted was a night off from work and a fancy dress to twirl in for a few hours. It__ never made sense to me that I__ supposed to sit around pining for some mythical Prince Charming to get off his ass and rescue me. If that__ the grand game plan, I could end up waiting forever. Because, I mean, if he__ anything like the rest of the male population, the prince is probably stuck in traffic somewhere, or got lost along the way and is too damn stubborn to ask for directions.

He wanted to get her naked. Horizontal. He wanted to put his hands all over her. His mouth all over her. He hated her clothes. And his. He wanted them off. He wanted to imprint himself on her skin.

He was a Crosby, Stills and Nash song. He loved the one he was with. He was casual with a capital C.

I__ going to drag you down to the basement, kneel at your feet, rip your jeans down and I__ going to make you come so hard with my tongue the whole damn pub will think you__e being murdered.

Faith was certain they were breaking several telecommunications laws. Laws that in some states might well count as pornography and probably carried a mandatory prison sentence. Faith was a law abiding citizen. She prided herself on that. She didn__ litter, she didn__ cheat on her taxes and she gave up her seat for little old ladies and gentlemen on the bus. She__ never even jaywalked. And she lived in New York for Christ__ sake! But then his hand reached down and fondled his balls.

He looked down at her and their gazes meshed for long moments. __ was wrong before. You__e definitely the best part._ Faith__ breath stuttered in her lungs. Nobody had ever said anything so damn romantic to her in her life. She__ been told she was gorgeous and beautiful and sexy by men who__ been keen to get her into bed but she__ never been told she was the best part of anybody__ anything.

Did anyone care for poor Cinderella until her fairy godmother took her in hand? Did anyone look beyond the ragged clothes and sooty face? Did anyone see the unshed tears and the poor, tired face?Obviously not. Appearances matter.

Crazy loves company, Sir Clay.

When I was little and running on the race track at school, I always stopped and waited for all the other kids so we could run together even though I knew (and everybody else knew) that I could run much faster than all of them! I pretended to read slowly so I could "wait" for everyone else who couldn't read as fast as I could! When my friends were short I pretended that I was short too and if my friend was sad I pretended to be unhappy. I could go on and on about all the ways I have limited myself, my whole life, by "waiting" for people. And the only thing that I've ever received in return is people thinking that they are faster than me, people thinking that they can make me feel bad about myself just because I let them and people thinking that I have to do whatever they say I should do. My mother used to teach me "Cinderella is a perfect example to be" but I have learned that Cinderella can go fuck herself, I'm not waiting for anybody, anymore! I'm going to run as fast as I can, fly as high as I can, I am going to soar and if you want you can come with me! But I'm not waiting for you anymore.

I suddenly felt the way Cinderella might have felt if she hadn__ had that convenient midnight curfew: my feet were hurting, my hair was slipping free from its pins, and my makeup was getting all smudged from sweat. I was unbelievably tired, undeniably depressed, and I just wanted charming.

There was something familiar but strange about her - Snow White with a suntan. Cinderella in biker boots. Tough and delicate and magical and real all at once.

Nobody really metamorphoses. Cinderella is always Cinderella, just in a nicer dress. The Ugly Duckling was always a swan, just a smaller version. And I bet the tadpole and the caterpillar still feel the same, even when they're jumping and flying, swimming and floating.Just like I am now.

Being --- a state that is open to life yet connected to this moment" Cinderella in Focus: Cindy's Secret

I wasn__ afraid of your average dark alley. I had standard Agency-issue spells in my coat and a nine millimeter in my purse for dealing with the less dangerous pests, but even I knew you have to be careful with an upset woman.

The pig was so earnest. So sincere. So very __here._ The pig brought gravity and mythic import to this well-worn fairy tale.