Ask Question Quotes Novels & Stories

"Why do you ask?" "Um…"

she asked, when Wendy didn't reply, she shook her head and said, "Never mind, go on. What were you going to tell me?" "Actually I was going to ask a question" Wendy said. "Shoot" "So there's this girl.... At my office" "Is the girl you?" Debbie asked abruptly, making Wendy jump a bit. "What? Why would you ask me that?" "Oh, because if I wanted to ask an embarrassing question or if I wanted to ask for advice, and I didn't want anyone to know the question was about me... I would go that way too... Asking like I'm 'asking for a friend'" she added air quotes as she said the last sentence, making Wendy hate that she was right.

Ask. "what?" "I'll just let you ask one question since you're curious about me." "Hey hey how did you know?" He smiled lightly, "Are you going to ask or not?" "But this is cheating. One question is not enough for me." "Then don't ask." "I won't ask you" She was silent for a moment, trying to think about what she would ask, and found herself saying: "What is the secret of that scar on your back?" He smiled sarcastically and said, "Have you been staring at my back while I was sleeping?"

I asked "You die."

“Don't you dare ask me any fucking questions.” Oh, snap.

there, as I am ready to start our private talk, I ask my first question, “What color do you like?” He takes a second to react to my abrupt question. He then answers, “Red.” “Oh!” as hard as I can, I slap on my firm ass with my palm, making a sharp and loud noise, “Like the pantie I’m wearing today. Sexy and passionate.” I said. My answer claims an odd look from him. I cover my mouth as I giggle shyly. Then, I ask my next question, “What coffee do you like?” Without pondering, he answers, “Ristretto.”

He asked “I don’t know about that,” I said unsure if I was ready to share with him “We get five questions each” he tried to convince me a bit more “That wouldn’t tell you anything about me,” I told him “It is a start at least,” he said “Alright, you start” I took in a deep breath to ready myself for what was coming “Do you hate me?” He asked “What?” I asked “Do you hate me?” he repeated “Ask your question” I let out an awkward laugh

I explain. "So I can ask questions?" Mark asks sarcastically. "Yes, you can," I reply, sounding annoyed. "Actually, your question about whether you can ask questions was more annoying than your usual movie-related inquiries." "Sorry," Mark apologizes, turning his attention back to the TV. "Stop saying sorry!" I shout at him. "Sor... Okay," he corrects himself. "Good," I nod. "Now, any questions so far?" I inquire. "Uhh... You know what, I forgot them all," he admits, chuckling. I join in, and throughout the movie, I finish my picture, eagerly awaiting the many questions Mark can now ask. However, he doesn't ask that many.

Now, that's a question I'm unable to find an answer for. "Fuck.... Ah!"

“Ask her that question and shakes the mind of the little Mad Hatter.” “Alright, I will heed your wish and words, God.” “SIMPLE. HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED?”