Civilization is vastly overrated.
I would slay dragons for you,” he told her. “I suspect that finding an unoccupied bedroom will be easier.
Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.
He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.
You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.
Mmm, he rumbled into my ear. I thought that being married meant that I never go to bed hungry.