He's hot like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.

And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.

I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...]
Instead he kissed me.

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.

What the hell?" I asked. Is this daring escape being sponsored by Honda?

You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?