A talented fuckstress, Miss Chisholm, / Was renowned for her fine paroxysm. / While the man detumesced / She still spent on with zest, / Her rapture sheer anachronism.

When we moved house, the children helped out by packing their toys.

Marina's bedroom was a small charming room with small charming windows of aged glass, dating to the mid-1800s, windowpanes badly in need of caulking, overlooking St. Agnes Roman Catholic Church with its heraldic spire floating on the night sky, and its ancient bumpy churchyard.

He held out his hand, and I grabbed it.