Which is worse, Risa often wondered, to have tens of thousands of babies that no one wanted or to silently make then go away before they were even born
You don't like her, do you?" "Who, me? No, I love her dearly. Evil scheming bitches are my favorite kind of people. " (Risa)
I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.