If Cameron kidnaps you, kills you, then buries your lifeless body in a shallow grave in the desert where your remains lay decomposing for several decades until they’re accidentally discovered by some guy on a...

We’re like the Three Musketeers, searching for truth and justice and the American way.:Glitch snorted. “More like the Three Blind Mice, stumbling around trying to find a hunk of cheese in the dark.

And,” Amber said, practically drooling as she ogled him, “it’s tradition for new arrivals to help with the pep rally.”Brooklyn quirked her lips in doubt. “Tradition?””It’s a new tradition,” Amber shot back.”Clearly the deeper meaning...