Character: Lucrezia

Pride is a luxury that only the rich can afford.

I have a master's degree in passive aggressive behavior.

Nothing can be called your own,
Everything betrays hostile to people Case
Or disasters, or the death of the inevitable.

"Never love someone who treats you like you're ordinary" - Oscar Wilde.

- I don't think you'll have any problems in bed, no matter will you just entertain or attend to the conception of a child. For the woman who you truly love, it still will not matter. But I know how important it is for you. That is, you care that you don't get up. I would rather suggest you to try with me to make sure you were all right, only you hadn't rushed to the altar with the snow.
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I can't believe you actually want her.
- I want her - said Adam, and his lips began to play a cheerful smile, and I'm inclined to take her at her word.

- Can't you see that she's the only one available to you is the woman?
- You've been available, Lucretia, softly reminded her of Adam. - But I didn't want to, right?
- Bastard.
Adam is dumbfounded looked at her.
And you even accused Leela in that language?
- She dresses like a whore!
- You wanted to sell yourself.

- You can leave whenever you want, Lucrezia cautiously advised Adam.
What? I can not even think to leave you alone with this pervert! She's clearly not himself.
- Anything similar, - could not resist Leela. - And for that I will be alone with him, I spent a few weeks in advance of your appearance.
Lucretia's cheeks flooded a bright glow.
- What she wants to say, Adam?
- Summon your imagination, Lucrezia, ' he replied.
- You really indulged... and indulged...
Sexual entertainment. What, can't pronounce? - twitted her Leela. - He kissed me. And not once.
Not only kissed, but enjoyed it - softly said Adam. Very.

- Get up and clean your apartment, - said harshly Agares. - Without discussion, that's an order.
Lucretia obediently, though with some doubt, got out of bed.
"Boss," she chided. - Have you ever seen a demon with the vacuum cleaner?
- I just created a model.

It's never too late, if you ask for.

For the superior intellects of all others as children.

- He's a magistrate! To act against it...
- He is the man! And all the people falling under the heel of their hubris.

- Rain Jupiter! It was raining, asshole!
- What are you doing?
- Pray...
- Blaspheme.
Is almost indistinguishable in such a difficult time.

- Disappointed...
- Not all ends in a climax.
- It is known any woman.

Decent is a word invented by men to enslave us.