Son of a -- he was enjoying this, the churl. And there she was, flatfooted, waiting for him to make his move because he wouldn't rutting tell her what was going on.
She started to panic. Not a lot, but enough. "Loque -- " she said, right before he hit 'one'.
She started to panic. Not a lot, but enough. "Loque -- " she said, right before he hit 'one'.