he 'd worked like hell for five months to find something that would clear the accident report . there was a wooden bench and a water fountain attached to the side of each . his hands dug a little deeper into my hips as he shifted on the bed . this was because four people in my life called me honey . and even if they were not , what kind of a woman would i be to let my urges guide me ? '' `` how can anyone be so stupid ? who could understand the thinking of such a mind ? 