No sooner had I replied to his first question, than he fired off another one.

On entering her room he had been struck by the absence of that saucy independence usually apparent in her bearing towards him, notwithstanding the persistency with which he had hovered near her for the previous month.

Although many of you seem to believe your messages drop into a black cyberhole, I do read every one, and often find it surprising to see which columns stir up emotion and which seem to sink with barely a murmur.

She knows what's tethered underwater. Not Children's bodies, but their toys, their lost, Lawed-against pleasures