Page 34, sentence twelve.
TwistedSister wrote:His stong, rough hands, touching all of her secret places, caressing, fondling, stroking, made her long for so much more.
Page 69, sentence 20
(I made that sentence up)
You don't have any books?!
OK, I'm not much better. I'm in the office/spare bedroom (the only room with air-cooling) and the nearest book (out of about a hundred; I know, pathetic. But I am only here temporarily) is the top one of a pile of Pokémon books a young overnight guest was reading and my last two quotes were from 'Psyduck Ducks Out'. How was I to know that random sentences suggested by strangers would turn out to be… well, so rude?