Here we are, ready to hit the stage for the third time with this show. I am just waiting back stage to go on in the midst of a bunch of rangy kids bouncing off the walls.
... arm. Movement behind her shifted her focus again, and she glanced in the mirror she had made of the viewing port to examine Michael, waiting patiently for her notice. Gone were the unflattering brown leathers he had worn during his assault on Atlantis. He appeared before her now in the high collared, long black leather coat of a commander; unrelieved by the black leather pants he wore beneath. ...
... and plunged us in darkness, except for small lights at regular intervals. Hibari-san led the way through the cramped but airy passage. "You haven't been through here before," he noted as his Italian leathers clip-clopped and echoed. I shook my head. "I came through the paths Takeshi-nii or Lambo took." "Very long paths," he grumbled. He was right to complain. In a few short minutes of ...
The music's beat was not so much driving as it was bludgeoning. He couldn't hear what the woman was saying, but he could see the curves highlighted and out-thrust by the too-tight leathers. He navigated through the pillar of club-meat using the fluorescent-white flash of her teeth and the lime green stripe in her red hair as dual beacons. Once he was next to her, he also didn't hear what she ...
...him and chewing over his character so much more appealing? Is it just me? Is it that Guy offers the better spectacle, being larger-than-life where Lucas is more low-key? Is it as simple as the leathers and all (guilty as charged on loving the courier scene in 805) – Guy is simply sexier-looking? Is it because Lucas is basically just a good guy, while Guy is the proverbial conflicted baddie? Or is ...
... my
exercise trying to walk fast enough to keep up with her scooter -- it's
wonderfully different from the years when I had to slow down to stay with
her.
A couple of good insights: Graham Leathers' song "Don't Swear at
Machinery" is completely wrong for me. Swearing at machinery is
safe -- it lets off steam, and lets me redirect the anger into an
intense need to find the problem and ...
... hell in there... we should make it part of the training schedule, that would sort the men from the boys. And I had to queue for 20 minutes, God knows what people thought of me standing there in leathers with a basket full of cream. Good idea about taking some saucy photos, we haven’t done any of those for ages. I’m sure the risk of someone finding explicit pictures of the directors of CI5 and ...
... a shimmering greyish-blue silk, the colour of hazy morning sky – and it dawns on him, amid growing bewilderment, that she must be real. It makes him angry. He does not want her to see him wearing his old leathers and living in this barn of a house, a wreck of a man who has nothing left to live for, no solace but the memory of one good deed. - Marian, what are you doing here? – he has managed ...
... Ron's tangy musk coupled with the scent of his worn Quidditch leathers and the incense is nearly intoxicating. “Me too.” Ron tilts Harry...Ron's bare feet and travel upward, over the nicked and aged leathers and Ron's nicely muscled thighs. One of Ron's hands ... you look when you come,” Ron says, stripping off his Quidditch leathers. “Yeah? Well, I love how you look after you've thoroughly shagged...
... Alberich meeting for a friendly little sparring session. True to his agreement, the large Karsite was in the training area and preparing for his match with Ashura. He was wearing his ever-present grey leathers, going through a series of warm-ups so he would be prepared for whatever exertion that the match would bring. He brought a rapier with him, leaving it lying on the ground next to him ...
