I fear that I am losing my mind. But really, it would not be such a precious thing to lose, as it only causes me pain.
When in Boston, I shall be able to take you out to dinner, if not to bed. I should greatly prefer the latter, but I must accept my lot.
Well,' I shrug, all innocent, 'we all ride our little hobbyhorses, don't we, Mr. Peel?
I'm really a peaceful sort of coward.
Hmmmm...There certainly are a lot of pretty boys in this world.
The pants come down. Most look shamefaced, but tha Arthur McBride is not the least bit shy about showing off his equipment, oh no, he isn't. He grins in my direction. 'Not all that impressive, boyo