The ringtone he had sounded like an old rotary phone, and it killed the silence between the radio, Tyb and I. He answered the call, relief washing over his face. "Hey, wench… Yeah, we've settled in nicely. What's up with the shit I'm hearing on the radio?...You're fucking ...
The wisdom of having a puke receptacle handy must have been learned from hard experience. The good doctor's voice broke through my dry heaves. “I know you saw a lot in your past life, but without thinking of certain incidents, can you liken any of the emotions felt with what you experienced with ...