“Hi, I’m Val.” She extended her hand. Daggott shook hers. His grip lingered. “Wow. You have a strong grip. Do you work in construction?” “No, baby.” Val looked sexy with her short black hair and brown eyes. Her red blouse, black leather pants and black heels highlighted her lithe body. “Care to buy me a drink?” Daggott only bought drinks for women he thought he’d score with. He preferred blondes. Especially the two sitting at the bar. And better yet, they looked like friends. They’ve been eyeing Daggott the past ten minutes. This night could turn into some big time fun, but Daggott understood that to play the game you should never appear too eager. “I saw you with a guy before. You two seemed pretty close.” Time was near …show more content…
It’s a Mark III. Looks new.” Daggott leaned over the top of the hood. But what’s above here?” “What do you see?” She approached from behind. Daggott spun and shoved Sarah against the car. His lips greeted Sarah’s. Their mouths opened for a brief moment and Sarah let out muffled groan. Daggott heard her mutter “What am I doing,” in low wisp as her arms wrapped around his thick neck. “Look guys, it’s the thief and his dirty little whore having sex in the parking lot,” the man yelled. Daggott released his grip on Sarah and faced the three young men standing horizontally across from the other. He estimated they were in their early twenties while the big mouth with the silk shirt looked a few years older. A tall redhead yelled, “Look at the dudes leather jacket, and his redneck work boots. You think he stole them too?” They were fifteen feet away but stopped. Two of them were near his height, maybe a couple of inches shorter. Though obviously not very experienced in this type of action; they’d rather hear themselves talk. They should have closed the gap as much as possible before announcing their presence instead. Daggott knew he would have. “Don’t push it, boy.” “C’mon Frank, let’s go,” Sarah
Guiltiness possesses Reverend Dimmesdale. Unlike Hester, Dimmesdale fails to come clean about his sin of fornication until moments before his death. Therefore, he struggles with his guilt throughout the entire book, almost until his death. Hester learns to cope with her scarlet “A,” but Dimmesdale cannot without confessing. When he does not confess, he becomes depressed and self-inflicts punishment on himself by carving an “A” into his chest by his heart, among other actions. In Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter, Dimmesdale suffers from his sin in the entire story until seconds before his death, when he absolves himself from all guilt.
Beautiful to the young Capone. He leaned over and told her, “Honey, you have a nice ass
“Buy a girl a drink?” I heard from my stool at the bar. I watched the heavily painted brunette wink, then brush her thinly veiled cleavage against the CHL’s player of the week. She wears a uniform of sorts consisting of a tank top, barely there skirt, and f*ck me pumps. Her name is Tiffany. Part of my job requirements as an Ice Girl is to hang out at the post game party spot interacting with fans. Tiffany has become a regular, and tonight, is dying to tell me about her latest rendezvous. She pulls up the stool next to mine, then on a wave of boozy breath, spills her most recent “Puck Bunny” experience:
SQUEEEKK! The police car skidded across the side of the road, leaving a swiveling trail of black marks in its tracks. “Stop right where you are!” A deep officer’s voice shouted out the car window. Melanie and Henry’s faces turned red as a tomato.
All the men come in to look at the dead woman, scuffing their boots in the straw. Curley says "the big son-of-a-bitch" has done this and he intends to shoot him right in the guts.
The Robber shrugged, “Gift, from my parents. They’re big money, but after this, I’m pretty sure I can kiss my inheritance good-bye. Unfortunately, that is the only thing they are good for. Told you, Stick Man. There’s nobody.”
She looked down and could see feminine hands clasped in her lap. She wore a linen dress with a colorful band around the waist, and on dainty feet were leather sandals. “I am female.”
“It was Tuesday morning and I was picking up trash with other minor criminals. As I was picking up cups I asked the guy next to me, what was your crime? He answered with a husky voice that he had hacked a police officer’s account. I was surprised he was there for a similar reason I was there.
“I’m Sorry sir.” she said quickly. She smiled as her fingers curled around a leather wallet and she slipped it out and into her own pocket. The entire exchange lasted less than 5 seconds. “Watch where you’re going the next time!” The man hissed angrily, proceeding to complain into his cell as she walked off grinning with his
“That’s exactly what I think.” Maison felt breathless and overheated between the shower and the heat that was pulsing through their veins. They weren’t sure if they should have kissed him, but Castiel had taken the chance to show them what he truly was, they figured they should be honest with him as well. This desire that had been building in them for almost a year.
The Warden’s face turned red but with a stutter looked down and spoke, ‘Well…these dangerous outlaws robbed my suitcase from my… building’.
“You know me too well,” she nodded in victory “and so do I, so before I pop out the champagne and go all Amy Winehouse on you, you better tell me.” She knew that I didn’t drink, but she knew I was impatient when it came to her feelings and I would do anything to know what was up. I had to know.
‘Did you call me? ‘I was wondering if you’re okay.’ He turned towards her only to see her grey pale face starring back at him. He moved closer to her, but not enough to touch her. He could see her anxiety and distress. He wanted to get closer still but she stepped back and turned from his peering eyes, asking multiple questions at once. He retreated slightly, enough to reassure her. She did not want him to intrude but she knew she had to release the build up that was taking place.
Sarah walks into her daughter Ellie's bedroom, sits on her bed and watches her for a few minutes before waking her. "Ellie Belly time to get up, we are going to see Alexia, Ben and Amber"
Sophie piped up: “Lara’s five like me. And guess what – she’s got red hair.”