Jesus, Shep. I told you . . .”
“I know what you said. You have eighteen missed calls.”
“All Trent?”
“One is from Panty Wearers Anonymous.

So how you’re gonna play this?” Trenton asked.
“Divide and conquer.”
“Divide what?”
“His head from the rest of his body.”
Trenton nodded quickly. “Good plan.

It’s going to crap everywhere, Travis. It’ll bark and whine and . . . I don’t know.”
“So does America . . . minus the crapping.

Teach that asshole some manners.”
I winked at her and smiled. “Anything for you, baby.

I can't win with you. I can't win with you! You say you're done...I'm fucking miserable over here! I had to break my phone into a million pieces to keep from calling you every minute of the damn day--I've had to play it off like everything is just fine at school so you can be happy...and you're fucking mad at me? You broke my fuckin' heart!

Class starts in five. You
riding in the Charger?”
“Nah. I’m going to see if I can get Abby on the back of my bike again. It’s the closest I can get to
the inside of her thighs.