She could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.
P. G. WodehouseI pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.
P. G. WodehouseShe could not have gazed at him with a more rapturous intensity if she had been a small child and he a saucer of ice cream.
P. G. WodehouseI pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.
P. G. Wodehouse