And that’s how Darby and John crashed into each other or so the story goes…
” Woe betide anyone who comes closer!”
She drew her sword from the sheath and stuck it to his neck.
“Better set your face against any temptation.” Her ruthless gaze flared up.
He quickly seized hold of her hand and managed to heave it off his neck while slipping his right hand at the back of her head.
“You might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb.” He curled his fingers through her hair and without delay pressed his lips against her.
After a while when he was trying to catch his breath, he was promptly served right for his felony on his left cheek.
” Touché! You taste bitter!” He gave a yelp of pain clutching his swollen, cherry red cheek with his hand.
“You’re bland. Not to my taste”
” I must agree that good taste has been driven out of the town, nowadays. By the way, most people, especially, young and beautiful ladies assume that I’m the sexiest thing, the greatest kisser alive…after you.”
“It’s the harvest time for your wild oats.”
The Sun went down but they were still chatting the hind leg off a donkey.
” The day I lost my specs, I stumbled upon a nova. Yaaay big! Ablaze with millions of….”
Tell me more about them. What do Darby and John do? Where are they now?
Now? In their dreams they sleep with the moon.
That’s not true!
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