Someone once wrote in to my radio show and double-dog dared me to address a certain issue on the porch. Their suggestion isn't important to our discussion, but their complete mishandling of the double-dog dare is very alarming.

The explosion sent him skywards.

Like superwoman going in the door ordinary and coming back out as this time-warped superslut, hot and ready, a little evil.

When the fit had spent itself he walked weakly to the window and, lifting the sash, sat in a corner of the embrasure and leaned his elbow upon the sill.