Okay, people. Onto the next shoot before I loose my cool. Let's see how many naked models we can fit in a cage. I hope you all love each other very much.

So, what do you photograph?”I swallow my wine.“What?”“You know – city scapes, nature, portraits, candid shots...”Boobs. I photograph boobs.“Uhh... people?

I was a diva for thinking that my life would dramatically change when I came out of the gigantic closet-o-porn.

How do you know she had sex?” Dallas asks.“Every time a penis touches Britain, I receive a telepathic notification.”“Oh,” Dallas says with a straight face. “Well that explains a lot.

Every time you said the phrase 'homologous chromosome' when you lectured at East Park, it made me so horny.”His lips brush against my ear. “Homologous chromosome.”“Yes, yes just like that.”His voice gets deeper, huskier. “Homologous chromosome.”“Oh, god.”“Homologous chromosome.”“Yes.”“Homologous chromosome.”“Yes!