Like the end of a picnic, all the weenies will be roasted.
I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.
If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?
She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.
What are you doing now?” Al questioned, listing heavily as he tucked another one of those bottles under his arm and staggered for the cot half hidden behind a curtain. “Seeing if your circumcision is gone? It is.