stabbing

No one is that valuable to plan your future based upon them, because in some point every loyal individual will stab you in the back or in the best situation will just leave you. People have expiration dates. The ones who stay longer become more dangerous.

What are you doing?_ I asked Loretta. __tabbing a cushion,_ she told me.

After months - after years - of chaos and life-threatening situations and people stabbing me for no good reason, we'd somehow managed to find a moment to breathe. That didn't just deserve to be enjoyed. It deserved to be celebrated, held up as proof that the world was a good place and didn't actually need to be destroyed in order for me to have a nap.

How__ your father?___ow do you think he is? You stabbed him in the foot.___ would have aimed for his heart, but I wasn__ sure he actually had one. Do any of you have one?

People always laugh at me when I tell them I__ scared of pencils, because they can__ fathom why anyone would fear a puncture wound or lead poisoning from a pencil, especially now that it__ impossible to get lead poisoning since they don__ actually contain lead. But those fuckers are sharp, and I have nightmares about getting cornered in a room and repeatedly stabbed with one. Somehow knives don__ frighten me, even though they are the more obvious tool for both a real and imagined stabbing.

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed his chest against my chest all the while his loving lips brushed up against mine with a care-filled affection. His tongue lightly licked the outer edges of my mouth, and then searched for my tongue. The pursuit allowed a marriage of both tongues to meet - inspiring a mingling tango of hot and heavy French kissing to manifest profusely. We kissed like two hot and horny teenagers, our mouths moving and craving each others lips, in animalistic desires!

And okay, fine. If you have to kiss her, you have to kiss her. And believe me, I do not envy you. That's taking one for the team a little far. I mean, I think I'd rather endure the stabbing myself instead of having to kiss her.

When someone respects you, s/he confronts you in private before taking you in public and/or stabbing in the back and backbiting you...