Neither of them seemed to enjoy it much, a few moments of him grunting and it was all over ... that his desire for her to stay hairless down there mad... no sense in any other way. He never went down on her, saying that men didn't do that kind of thing. And she never had any interest in going down on him either. Generally, Caroline had no idea what all fuss was about when it came to sex. She didn't understand why her girlfriends made such a big deal of a potentially messy, generally uninteresting. I pulled into the parking lot and couldn't help noticing the sign. 'This week only. Live Onstage. Traci Topps.'My eyebrows raised. Traci Topps. I knew that name very well, from perusing the on-line picture galleries. Traci Topps. She was a very large-chested stripper. Triple-H cups. Cute. And rather famous. Gorgeous was the word I would use to describe her. With a grin of anticipation, I pulled up to the door and handed the keys to the valet. After a brief wait to pay the cover, I. The phrase is, '1928 nuclear-powered fire truck'. Now, am I the only one who sees anything even remotely absurd about that phrase?"Behind him, Butch finally lost it and doubled over with raucous laughter."Congratulations, Sir," offered Chaz. "I think you've got probably the only 1928 nuclear-powered fire truck in the known galaxy." Thank you, Chaz. I think I've got probably the only 1928 nuclear-powered anything in the known galaxy. I assume that under that '1928' warpaint is something. Robert smiled sadly, ‘Strangely enough the Prince said the very same thing in London before I left.’ Yasmin looked up and spoke, ‘You saw my father?’ Robert looked at her perplexed, ‘Yes, over two months ago. He was on business to see the Colonial Office about Kana, and dropped into my office to invite me to dinner at his hotel.’ ‘Did he mention what they wanted?’ David asked. ‘Oh, it wasn’t anything alarming… only for the supply of horses to the army. He said he would be going up to Oxford.