Last goes first:

"Tasted charms are often less effective than untasted ones, so remember to prolong your tempting," Floribunda continued.

Instructor by profession, stalker by hobby, Gilbert followed his prey at a distance, all thoughts on the delicious outcome he knew would be his later that evening.

Face yoga is now engulfing California as the latest body fad amongst the rich and fashionable.

Pair of sandals, bikini, sunglasses, towel and a good book were all Alison needed for an afternoon of unadulterated hedonism.

'Hedonism is overrated', the Caliph proclaimed, adding yet another hundred wives to his harem.

Harem studies, good overall; psychotrophic activities, excellent; seduction, fair; writing, fail.

"Fail me and you die," came the edict from the Leader, that faceless, nameless terror that drove the Followers to unspeakable acts with nothing more than the words that cut through the gloom from above, rending the darkness with their malice as they reached the Followers' eager ears.

Ears back, the mangey dog cringed in fear as we approached, its ribs showing clearly through its skin.

"Book? The damn goat ate the book," she reeled, slopping the contents of the bowl all over her farthingale"

Farthingale or not, she couldn't even find a suitable mixing bowl, so settled for her trusty old cauldron instead, a graduation gift from Old Griselda herself.

"Herself is not at home to the likes of you!" retorted Old Griselda's housemaid.

"Housemaid, shmousemaid, I know she's in there!" thought Thraxton as he slipped his booted foot between the door and the jamb.

"Jamb.......A layah, crawdad pie and i'll feel up your Gumby," sang Old Hank, who was tighter than a hoot owl.

Owl sat on his perch, observing the light on the snow. She was hoping for a field mouse to scurry across the forest so she could get him in one swoop.

"Swoop all you want, Batman, you're not even close," said the Joker, laughing maniacally.

Maniacally swinging his hatchet, the lumberjack felled an entire oak in an afternoon.

" Afternoon delight? Yes, please," Eleanor murmured to Franklin.

Franklin chuckled beneath his breath and reached out to touch her, wiping his other hand on the grass to remove the bloodstains.

'Bloodstains wouldn't happen if Googem's wasn't such a messy eater,' Mama Ogre smiled, looking at the messy bib under her baby's four chins.