Late in the afternoon arrived a special delivery, mailed from some small New Jersey town.

Small animals Began to mooch around and climb up this Reversionary desk and dustable heirloom.

He enjoyed Nurse Sue Ann Duckett’s long white legs and supple, callipygous ass; he often neglected to remember that she was quite slim and fragile from the waist up and hurt her unintentionally in moments of passion when he hugged her too roughly.

I could be at least a messenger to the higher-ups who'd be busy Guy-Fawkesing the Drake Hotel or the Palmer House – because it was that to Eddie Dawson, hauling up gunpowder in the tunnels.