(xx) Mr. Donahue Hates Vacations

Well, sir, the evening meal has been over only a little while as we enter the small house halfway up on the next block now. And here in the living room we find Vic and young Russell.

Vic is established at the library table playing himself a sluggish and somewhat dishonest game of solitaire. Russell occupies a corner of the Davenport and reads aloud from a volume of colorful fiction. That was a highly enjoyable hug and kiss, cloned a third lieutenant Clinton Stanley, carefully wiping his lips on the sleeve of his coat.

80 Margaret broke into a rude gaffa to hide her embarrassment. Kisses are like roses, she blurted, toying with a mother of pearl handle on her dainty pink parasol. In what way inquired the handsomeing officer?

But before his question could be answered, a blood-curling shriek was heard, and a ferocious mountain lion leaped into view. We get some action at last, huh? Uh-huh. It's about time. I get quite ill when those two half-wits skulk around hugging and kissing.

Yeah. But before his question could be answered, answered a blood-curdened shriek was heard in a ferocious mountain lion, leaped in the view. When he spied through Lieutenant Kittenstandy and Lady Margaret, he jumped over a couple bushes and disappeared. The handsome young officer looked after the flying beast remarking, I guess we scared him. Yes, it looked like it replied the beautiful woman. Let's share

another hugging kiss now, suggested through Lieutenant Kittenstandy, bearing his great square teeth, the color of rich old ivory. Lady Margaret quimpered and lowered her marvelous silk and eyelashes. The young lovers... The young lovers class pants and...

Was that lion just a false alarm? Did we get back to the kissing again? Yeah. The author is a cheat. The young lovers class pants. Down to some action. Okay. I call it dirty pool to get the reader all tense and expectant by introducing that ferocious lion and then let the nipwit lion hop over a clump of bushes and disappear.