Obviously the long week was taking its toll on him as well.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
She shoved the photo back into the envelope and closed the lip, willing herself not to think about the previous pregnancy and its tragic end.
A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle her breast.
The rear end of the car danced sideways, bouncing like a horse kicking up its heels.
The pay isn't that great, but its clean work with reasonable hours.
It would be an excellent opportunity to get out of this house with its unpleasant memories.
It even found its way into her writing.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
With planning and diligence, his business would be on its feet in a few years and she would be working in the pediatric ward at the hospital.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
She reached out and put her hand over the ring, stopping its infernal winking.
Ridges of sparkling white sand surrounded the camp like a sleeping dragon, soaking heat from the sun - resting now so it could spit its fiery breath at them later in the day.
Being in front carried its responsibilities.
The bay stumbled slightly and he patted its neck.
In answer to her response, his kiss lost its hesitancy and became ardent.
He glanced up at her; the sun darkened face with its thin lips completely devoid of emotion.
A long oak table graced the center of the room, its ten carved chairs at attention.
She shoved the book back into its place and gave the shelf a last swipe, curbing her tongue as she dismounted the chair.
At once a pink kitten crept out of the upset cage, sat down upon the glass roof, and yawned and blinked its round eyes.
If they give me plenty of it I'll not complain about its color.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
"Tastes differ," murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.
Something was pushing its way through the bushes.
He could hear its footsteps.
He could see its shadow as he peeped out through the clusters of leaves.
He saw its shaggy head and big round eyes.
It is just as engineer and communication technology pioneer John Pierce said, in the quote I offered above: "After growing wildly for years, the field of computing appears to be reaching its infancy."
It is thought to have had its apex in Italy—in Venice, Florence, and Rome.
Today we have the Internet and all its associated technologies, vastly more versatile, almost infinite in possibility.
Its end led directly to the Cold War, which consumed inconceivable amounts of money and almost pushed the world to the brink of nuclear devastation.
I listened with increasing wonder to Miss Sullivan's descriptions of the great round world with its burning mountains, buried cities, moving rivers of ice, and many other things as strange.
At last, however, the sea, as if weary of its new toy, threw me back on the shore, and in another instant I was clasped in my teacher's arms.
Once I went on a visit to a New England village with its frozen lakes and vast snow fields.
Plunging through drifts, leaping hollows, swooping down upon the lake, we would shoot across its gleaming surface to the opposite bank.
Even in our democratic New England towns the accidental possession of wealth, and its manifestation in dress and equipage alone, obtain for the possessor almost universal respect.
Who ever saw his old clothes--his old coat, actually worn out, resolved into its primitive elements, so that it was not a deed of charity to bestow it on some poor boy, by him perchance to be bestowed on some poorer still, or shall we say richer, who could do with less?
Bankruptcy and repudiation are the springboards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savage stands on the unelastic plank of famine.
Granted that the majority are able at last either to own or hire the modern house with all its improvements.
The little kitten brightened, its eyes shone, and it seemed ready to lift its tail, jump down on its soft paws, and begin playing with the ball of worsted as a kitten should.
They went into the reception room familiar to Pierre, with two Italian windows opening into the conservatory, with its large bust and full length portrait of Catherine the Great.
The sick man was so surrounded by doctors, princesses, and servants that Pierre could no longer see the reddish-yellow face with its gray mane-- which, though he saw other faces as well, he had not lost sight of for a single moment during the whole service.
This head, with its remarkably broad brow and cheekbones, its handsome, sensual mouth, and its cold, majestic expression, was not disfigured by the approach of death.