Spanish men. They whispered and whistled. It made her jumpy.
The sex in these fantasies was always a product of love.
She began to see the word, or traces of it, wherever she went.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
The surface of night is disrupted. Ripples cross the neighborhood.
Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.