How I Became a Kaiju
donna stroked her chin "oh really and how is that?"
Return To America
donna sees and vito hears that the officers have finished. seeing drastic measures as a good option, donna forces open vito's muzzle, stuffs the rest of his pizza in, then holds it shut, waiting for him to digest.
Refuge In Refraction: Chapter One
donna tapped her foot in thought, "i want to possibly take this journey with you." "really!" celia squeaked, grinning widely. "you mean it?" "of course," donna paused as she tucked a stray hair behind her ears. "it gets me out of here for a minute."
Closet Love Chapter 3
It was already 10 o' clock; usually, richard and donna would want me back by 9, but since i was with a friend, donna was understanding. she thought it was great that i was making a new friend, especially since i lost all of my old one.
Some Odd Idaho Visit
donna gets her disc in on her first try. "will you stop fooling around?" "i'm not good at this!" vito points out again. "clearly," she mutters.
Assisting The Assistant
donna had a bit of a thing for me.
Square Costumes
For the cab drivers, donna agreed to be the one wearing the costume while vito made it. "stop squirming!" toby chuckles. "i can't!" felix squeaks. "it tickles when you do that!" "what? this?"
An Itch To Scratch
"i'm afraid my brain's not working right now, what do you mean by that donna?"
Odd Girl Meets Pretty Girl, Chapter Two
Things seemed to turn around when donna and shawna came up to me and pulled me on the dance floor. thank goodness i took those belly dancing lessons.
Jowee Loves Mari (Part 2)
While she did this, joleen also took a little bit of time to think about what donna had told her...not only about jowee, but also how donna felt about joleen.
Picture This
"all the more reason to work faster," donna says, mostly to herself than to the boys. as they run towards the lake, donna starts thinking about how the frat bros have won the race two years ago.
Initiation Prelude, CH 01
Thomas saw the name donna, before paul tapped it. “hey donna,” the tiger greeted jovially, “how’s the west coast?” “suffocatingly hot,” she answered. “how do they stand this? and no one’s up at a reasonable hour.