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.

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.

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