So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.
You know I still don’t like your…hobby.” “Didn’t ask your opinion.” Jake rubbed his aching ribs. “If you want mine: anyone using the missionary position twice in a row should serve time.
Hey, I see people manacled to log walls all the time. You bet. It’s a popular sport in Bear Flat. Gonna replace fishing soon.
If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.
