She opened and replied to all of her emails. That seemed to take less time than usual so she checked her favorite milblog.

“Now in here,” their guide, sweating dark tentacles into his tab collar, briefed them, “you are going to see the members of the third sex, the lavender crowd this city by the Bay is so justly famous for.

The Dev'l was piqu'd, ſuch ſaintſhip to behold, / And long'd to tempt him like good Job of old: / But Satan novv is vviſer than of yore, / And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

A man whose manners and sentiments are decidedly below those of his class deserves to be called a blackguard.