You See, One Of The Best Things

Tell Me Again What We're Doing Here," I Said, Running A Continuous Scan Of Our Surroundings. Fang Popped Some Cracker Jack Into His Mouth. "we're Here To Watch Manly Men Do Manly Things." I Followed Fang's Line Of Sight: He Was Watching The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, Who Were Not Doing Manly Things, By Any Stretch Of The Imagination.

Right There, In Front Of Everyone, I Threw My Arms Arond His Neck And Mashed My Mouth Against His. He Was Startled For A Second, Then His Strong Arms Wraped Around Me So Tightly I Could Hardly Breathe. "zomg," I Heard Nudge Whisper.

We Probably Looked Like Starving Orphan Children. Hey! We Were Starving Orphan Children.

Like A Good Song, Life Has Verses, The Goliards Had Taught Me. Each Verse Has To Be Sung. It Takes All Of Them To Make A Song. It Is The Entire Chanson You Name, But When You Think Of It, When You Smile, It Is A Favorite Verse That Delights Your Ears.

He Nuzzled My Neck, Inhaling Deeply. “mmm. You Smell So Good.” “oh, Yeah,” I Said, Smirking. “i Call This New Perfume ‘le Jungle Grime Et Tropical Bo.’ ” “dirt And Sweat. Very Sexy.