WastedWithWords

~+Come Rain or Come Shine+~ Ian knew she was off limits. Then again, she was to everybody; one sweet word to her was like dumping a vile of poison down your own gullet. Yet so many of those damned dogs drank her poison, lapping up the sweet-tasting antifreeze and dropping dead before they could kiss and tell. He hated them all; Every last one of those self-righteous pricks go what they had coming to them. But it was only until that day, that moment, as he sat doing what was not suppose to be done, that the thought occurred to him; though she be poison, this splendid flower surrounded bu suffocating weeds, why would she be so easily won? Wo