At 3 p.m. on the third Saturday in June, 56 cars stream past the starting line of the 24 Hours of Le Mans in a multicolored, roaring blur. Two hundred forty thousand spectators have gathered around the 8.5-mile circuit in central France for the 80th ... cont.
She sits down facing them, unwrapping her granola bar. "Whatcha workin' on?" "A song," Ji Yong replies vaguely. "For Young Bae." "Oh. What's it called?" "Dunno yet," Perry mutters, then looks up briefly to eat a piece of sushi. cont.
“More of that,” Perry mutters at him, eyes half-lidded, “Please, Phil, god, please, more.” How can he disobey a request phrased like that? Perry bites down on his pitching shoulder when he comes, hiding a shout, and the ... cont.
“I'm never drinking Jagermeister again,” Perry mutters as he runs his fingers roughly through his hair. “So what are you going to do?” “Do? What the fuck am I supposed to do? I slept with one of my residents --- and not just any ... cont.