And while I’m not exactly a pip squeak, he beat the shit out of me.I mean, to the point that I kinda felt lucky I only wound up with a broken jaw and some badly bruised ribs.See full summary » Ten years ago, Faye and Lydia each opened their own bakeries in Emeryville, Ohio, after a personal and professional fall-out during a local Pumpkin Pie contest. See full summary » Claire, an ambitious pastry chef, is busy running her new restaurant, but her meddling mom is preoccupied with her lack of love life.Without her knowledge, Claire's mother finds her the perfect man, but when Claire finds out it wasn't fate that brought them together, it could ruin the relationship.Feedback, comments, praise, criticism, death threats, nude photos, etc. Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. “Then bring in the horns as everything explodes in a burst of energy,” I said, nodding as it looked like we were firmly on the same page.can be sent to voodoojoe2000 at yahoo dot com (come on, you can assemble that into an actual e-mail address). Feel free to distribute to friends, enemies, lovers, hopeful lovers, whatever, just keep my name and e-mail address on the story or I shall hunt you down and make you write the whole damn thing out by hand. “That sounds great,” Dove said, excited as we made headway on our song.So after that I naturally shied away from women altogether for a little while, and made a conscious effort to stay away from anyone with a boyfriend for even longer.Though as any teenage girl that finds herself on the bad end of rumors, even those well earned, can tell you, it takes a long time to undo the damage.
This woman is horrible and spoiled and utterly disturbing.Every so often we stopped to write it down before picking up where we left off.“Wow, look at the time,” Dove said, glancing over at the clock.And despite my best efforts, there always seemed to be someone there to remind everyone that I was a giant asshole.
“I’m meeting Ryan for dinner and you tagging along probably wouldn’t be the best way to make him happy,” Dove said, shrugging her shoulders.
No, it was her two-hundred-fifty pounds of pure muscle boyfriend that convinced me to change my ways.