My Name Is William Rast
They would lie for hours under those mature trees, his fingers intertwined with random strands of hair as he gazed into her light blue eyes. She would stare back up at him with such adoration in her eyes, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck and smiling lazily. He would capture her young lips, stealing sweet kisses from her as the sun set against the sky. He almost wished that everyone could have summers like that, just sweet and innocent.

Lips Of Pink
Like I said earlier, he moved in about two weeks ago and to tell you the truth, I’ve never seen as many women flock to anything like they have flocked to him. Old women, young women, and even teenage girls have been bringing him home-warming gifts and welcoming him to the neighborhood. As I watch him now, Ms. Buchanan, a recently divorced mother or two teenage boys, gingerly saunters over to his driveway. He is under the hood of his cherry red 1965 Ford Mustang with N.E.R.D.’s Lapdance playing from his radio. This woman is anything but subtle, wearing only a bikini top and some daisy-dukes.

Broken Flowers -- Sequel to Lips Of Pink
Leaving was hard though, leaving Justin was hard. Oh god, I hate thinking about him sometimes, sometimes it hurts more than others. I can only imagine the hate that he feels for me and everything that I put him though. I mean jesus, he watched me kill a man. He saw the last breath of a man, why did I expect him to act any other way then he did? Our last days together are still haunting ones but I doubt that he even thinks about me or our relationship anymore.

White Lines
She hated seeing him like that, all scruffy and dirty looking. The old Justin would have never let himself go like that, everything about his appearance was on point. Every hair on his head was perfectly in line, not a wrinkle on his clothes and his sneakers would be so white you would have to wear sunglasses to look at them. He was the fun Justin, the loving Justin. The Justin who would fly her half way around the world because he missed her and just wanted to cuddle with her.

The Franklin Street Murders
He dug into his pocket and flashed the roll of fifty dollars bills. He almost lost himself when her eyes flashed and her smile grew bigger and bigger as the money clouded her judgement. She lifted up from the car door and walked seductively in front of the car and to the passengers seat. He popped the door open and as soon as she was in, took off toward his favorite spot.