The Floodlands Jackpot

She scrutinized him with a look that borderlined bedroom eyes and then straightened, choosing the posture and countenance of a school marm keeping their lenses polished and neatly placed upon the bridge of the nose.

I suppose I could. It would benefit Mag to stick around if she could study her own interests, learn who lived where, and keep fed in the meantime.

If'n I did. . . What arrangement do ya propose? 'M quite fonda frog meat, but nobody can live on them little beasties forever. Who'm I to call on hennyway? And where?

She sank to her haunches and when touching wet mud to her rear, immediately regretted it.