“It seems you are confused,” she whispered against his skin, fingers itching to trace the claw marks etched so deeply into his chest. “You don’t own me. I can wear whatever I want, even if that’s nothing.” This time she did place a hand on his chest and they both flinched at the sudden shock.”
“That smile was my undoing I think. I jerk him up by his shit collar, pulling his face close.”
“No global corruption scandal can be complete without mentioning Pakistani politicians.”
“Who is a clever politician makes politics for the good of humanity.”
“How do you tell a scribe from a prophet . . .? The prophets love the people they chastise.”
“You cannot clean a dirty wall with dirty hands.”