God, I love a man who reads

Master Griffin, I would marry my own mother for the excuse to stab my eyes out with her brooches than to see anything under your kilt," the man's voice said with an elegant aplomb. "Where would you like your guest's things, sir?

Teenage twerp thought she knew everything about everything.

I don’t mind driving.” “Can you see the road over your tits?”Nora glanced down at her rather out-of-control cleavage. “Okay,” Nora said. “You drive.

Watch out. Bras are often booby-trapped.