Ah Padriac. I have often wondered if boys who have flaming red hair up top also have...yep.

Hmmmm...There certainly are a lot of pretty boys in this world.

I close my eyes, hoping to slip into the same dream again, but then that never happens, does it?

Why did I follow her? If you must know, Sir, it was easy. Pound for pound, Puss-in-Boots was the best commander I ever served under.

I can smell the smoke now. I can see tendrils of it comin' up between the cracks in the shrikin' floorboards. There she is, calmly taking down the framed examples of fine embroideries, samplers, and needlework from teh hallway wall and tucking them under her arm. "Mistress! Come on! You've got to leave!" She calmly turns and faces me. "Why?" she asks. "The British are coming?" "Only one, Mistress," I say

What's the matter Jaimy? Ain't-cha never seen a girl before? -Jacky Faber

Davy lets fly an oath and storms out of the hold. We hear his fist hit the wall as he leaves. you really are an evil girl, says Jaimy. I know, I murmur. I shall have to pay.