Miggs
"I am a certified accountant!" Ed cried shrilly, despite the hubbub over his credentials. Meera remained unimpressed.
"Then what happened to your taxes?" she wondered out loud, making him sputtered and shake.
Iron and blood. Ale and weed. Parker and Posey. What. The. Hell. Is this all I have? Seriously. Jet, stop jumping on stuff, you cutie patootiey. I will tickle the loving hell out of you if you do it again.
he bathed in the splendor of his lover's attention, with bated breath and eager sighs. his lover's hands glide in adoration, making him tremble in anticipation of the evening's activities.
to some degree, marsha was a tramp. she lived as though she didn't have a roof over her head, made of glass and brick. every morning she dressed herself in her worst outfit, her scavenger's outfit, as Mom called it, and went out into the dawn, ready for a morning of rummaging.