I steamed in and was promptly knocked spark out by one of them. I came round just in time to see them running for the exit.

He uncovered the fragrant eggs and b., and I pronged a moody forkful.

She had the soft, pure, angelic sort of beauty that spoke to every fiber of his algolagniac’s heart.

“I guess you’ve got a spice of temper,” commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him.