As A Pirate, She Once Undressed A

Today He Wore A Burnt-orange Shirt, Black Pants, And A Tie That Looked Like A Street Fight At The South End Of The Color Wheel.

Ben Locked His Eyes On Mine For A Long Moment. Then, “how?” “how Do You Think?” I Smiled, Then Slapped Him Full Across The Face

I Have A Cotillion Event. Some Yacht-club Charity Fundraiser Thingy. Whitney Is Insisting, And Kit Took Her Side.” Three Wide Smiles. “oh Shut Up.

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So Much Fluffier Than Mine.” He Took A Giant Whiff. “why Does Everything Girlie Smell So Delightful?” “because We Acknowledge The Importance Of Basic Hygiene. And Periodically Clean Our Bathrooms.” “brilliant. I Should Write That Down. After All, It Takes A Village.

I Can't Believe You Jokers Fixed It." Hi Was Picking His Way Down To The Beach. "believe It, Clown. Too Much Brain Power Here To Fail." Still Pumped, Shelton Threw Another Palm Ben's Way. "oh, I'm Sure." Hi Streched, Yawned. "it Was Something Highly Technical, I Suppose? Something Requiring Mechanical Ability? Nothing As Simple As Tightening A Wire Or Flippin A Switch, Right?" Ben Reddened. Shelton Developed An Intrest In His Sneakers. Score One For Hi.