Honesty

Lesson From a Taxi Cab

I sit in classrooms and lecture halls, with my nose in books, my eyes glued to the computer screen for hours.

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Can I be honest? You look beautiful—better yet, shit-hot. My blood is throbbing like jungle drums. How about I undress you right now and we shag you on that Ms. Pac-Man machine in the corner?