It is, however, certainly desirable that the above type is inhabited, […]

But I ain't up to my baby tonight / 'Cause it's too darn hot

Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay The things they traffic for with wedge of gold, Whereof a man may easily in a day Tell that which may maintain him all his life.

What the hell did I get myself into? he quandered, peering down at the long, slender legs as they drew up closer to his thigh . . . the dark, kneehigh skirt climbing slowly above the gartered silk stockings.