Well, there is next Saturday, when we will hope to say much of these if the sunshine and the white butterflies in and out through the young green foliage continue to inspire summerlike aspirations for millineric matters.

More significantly, rigid deference to [Justin] Bieber’s still-young core fan base keeps things resolutely PG, with any acknowledgement of sex either couched in vague “touch your body” workarounds or downgraded to desirous hand-holding and eye-gazing.

He picked up the bottle and read the label to examine the percentage of alcohol contained and grunts to himself; 'Um! Am fixing to do to you what men do to women; and that is dis-virgin them.'

At this I was rendered completely flabaghast—for, although the allegation was undeniably correct, I had confidently hoped that my friend Ram was unaware of the fact, or would at least have the ordinary mother-wit to refrain from blurting it out!