After that shot, his balls were really hurting!

Lori Couto's SUPERKICK?

Susie soon understood why Elaide opted for the seesawy palanquin. The going was heavy.

[]Take a draught of my burgundy; bright as rubies. I never sell bad wines;—not I!—I know better than to drink them myself. He started and rose; and before he took the bidon [footnote †: “Little wooden drinking-cup.”], bowed to her, raising his cap with a grave courteous obeisance; a bow that had used to be noted in throne-rooms for its perfection of grace.