Though in all honesty I never felt anything more than raw attraction, I never craved anything more than friendship with him.I knew he was a bit of a l...adies man. He'd tell me when he thought he liked a girl and he wasn't exactly short of female attention, but not once in the entire year I'd known him had he been on a proper date let alone had a girlfriend or even a fling, which I always thought was odd. I myself am single but I couldn't understand why Richard was too. Last weekend his parents. Gliding across the intervening space he took her tiny hand in his own great paw and asked her to dance. They twirled across the dance floor and laughed gaily as the night progressed. The Prince would allow no one and nothing to interfere, with his dancing, with the vision who had so seized upon the strings of his heart. Even his father, The King, had to agree with his choice of life partner. She was so lovely as to conjure thoughts of sending Charming off on long diplomatic missions so he could. " I can too!" Larry shouted at me."Really? Then why are you here? I'm guessing you are retesting hoping to pull your score above four point nothing," I replied."More like zero point zero," Jason said. "Everyone knows Larry cares about nothing except himself. He'd blackmail the devil if he thought he could get away with it." True, and knowing him, he'd think he could get away with it even after the devil started dragging his soul away," I said absently."He has a soul?" Kathy asked. "I thought he. Jesus was also one of those guys that probably shouldn’t drink, on account of how he gets all hostile and shit. You know the type. I mean, he was pretty cool to hang with when he was sober, but you put a six-pack in him and he’d get all up in your face talking about sin and worshiping false idols and all that. I mean, this one time at a party he just went all ninja and shit and kicked my buddy Ali in the nuts just ’cause he mentioned Allah. We had to grab Jesus and throw him in a closet until.