"Let's go," Alex said, tucking his shirt into his pants.
She glanced down at her shirt and then laughed with relief.
He dropped the shirt and stepped over to her.
Among them stood a man whose white shirt was stained with blood.
Life would be filled with mutual concessions I thought as I tucked my tee shirt into a bottom drawer.
"A soldier on leave--a shirt outside breeches," he would say.
He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.
As if in answer to her question, he dug a tin from his shirt pocket and handed it to her.
Jeans, sneakers and a Harvard tee shirt made up her attire.
I said Friday and here it is, ready, said Platon, smiling and unfolding the shirt he had sewn.
She inspected a tee shirt of mine, sniffed it with disgust, and tossed it into a trash can across the room.
Through his shirt sleeves she could feel the swell of his biceps and her heart jumped into high gear.
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
He cut her shirt open while it charged and placed the paddles against her chest.
I will probably absorb vitamins through my skin as my shirt detects I need them.
From his square-toed boots to the white shirt tucked into indigo jeans, his lean frame was something to admire.
One morning, between seven and eight, returning after a sleepless night, he sent for embers, changed his rain-soaked underclothes, said his prayers, drank tea, got warm, then tidied up the things on the table and in his own corner, and, his face glowing from exposure to the wind and with nothing on but his shirt, lay down on his back, putting his arms under his head.
He nibbled at her shirt and she ran her fingers across his velvety muzzle.
She walked stiffly to the closet, deciding quickly on a pair of blue jeans and a light shirt with a collar that would hide most of her neck.
And a minute or two later the Frenchman, a black-eyed fellow with a spot on his cheek, in shirt sleeves, really did jump out of a window on the ground floor, and clapping Pierre on the shoulder ran with him into the garden.
She tugged off her shirt and wrapped it in towels to dry it before tossing it in the dryer.
He paused with a shirt in his hand, his expression surprised.
Too late she realized that her shirt would do the same.
"Let go of my shirt, Adrienne," Brandon said as he grabbed her shoulders.
Dusty was quiet, and Jule searched the floor for his shirt and jacket.
He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.
She turned away from him, pulling the shirt away from her chest.
Pierre looked at the soldier and remembered that, two days before, that man had burned his shirt while drying it at the fire and how they had laughed at him.
She could set her clock by his arrival - eight o'clock every Friday night - in a blue plaid western shirt and battered black cowboy hat.
When Prince Andrew reached the room prepared for him and lay down in a clean shirt on the feather bed with its warmed and fragrant pillows, he felt that the battle of which he had brought tidings was far, far away from him.
Platon kept repeating, pulling the shirt straight.
Do you have a short-sleeved shirt in there for me?
The sleeves of his western shirt were rolled up, revealing evenly tanned forearms.
Dominick had a black tux on and white shirt.
One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
My stockings and shirt... and the water is running on my seat!
Wearing a waistcoat over his cotton shirt, Ferapontov was standing before his shop which opened onto the street.
He was the same as ever, but the feverish color of his face, his glittering eyes rapturously turned toward her, and especially his neck, delicate as a child's, revealed by the turn-down collar of his shirt, gave him a peculiarly innocent, childlike look, such as she had never seen on him before.
"But perhaps that's my shirt on the table," he thought, "and that's my legs, and that is the door, but why is it always stretching and drawing itself out, and 'piti-piti-piti' and 'ti-ti' and 'piti-piti-piti'...?
Pull the sleeve out straight from the arm to see if any folds appear at the corners where the arm joins the torso of the shirt as these folds will not be apparent when the shirt sits flat.
The Mason drew the shirt back from Pierre's left breast, and stooping down pulled up the left leg of his trousers to above the knee.
Rapidly and timidly raising his fingers to his forehead by way of greeting, he asked Pierre whether the soldier Platoche to whom he had given a shirt to sew was in that shed.
He was evidently afraid the prisoners looking on would laugh at him, and thrust his head into the shirt hurriedly.
The Frenchman, having pushed his head and hands through, without raising his eyes, looked down at the shirt and examined the seams.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
Beginning at his dusty oxfords and indigo blue jeans, her scrutiny continued up to a neatly tucked in worn white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid arm.
She relaxed her grip on his shirt and allowed him to guide her back to the couch.
She was dressed in her Harvard tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
For a long time he was silent, as if astonished, then he jumped out of bed, ran to me in his shirt, and sobbed so that I could not calm him for a long time.
"Jonathan is in there," he said, unbuttoning his shirt.
She handed him a light blue shirt.
He shrugged into the pajama shirt.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
It was Yancey, clad in boots, Jeans and a light blue polo shirt.
That was when she noticed the clay on her shirt.
But he saw the clay on her shirt.
Once inside, she raced to her room and changed her shirt.
Her fingertips touched something and she grabbed a hand full of Brandon's shirt.
He looked like a rancher in his faded denim jeans and plaid shirt.
The two women laughed and pointed at her shirt.
She turned her back on Bordeaux and pulled her shirt from her pants, unbuttoning it so that the water could reach the sweat stained area under her breasts.
He waded out of the water and laid his socks and shirt on a rock in the sun to dry.
He smiled, his gaze absently dropping to her clinging shirt.
I ran a marathon for that shirt!
Instead, I finished it, while still holding on to my beloved tee shirt.
Dusty rose in response, peeling off his shirt.
Dusty strode into the gym and peeled off his shirt.
"I'll be right there," Dusty said, retrieving his shirt.
She gave a strangled cry as Dusty twisted out of reach, the sword slicing through the back of his shirt.
She used scissors to cut off his shirt.
She looked decent in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
He wore a white shirt and snug tuxedo pants that outlined long, thick thighs and a tight ass.
She barked and snatched his shirt.
As he spoke, he peeled off his shirt to reveal a whip-like, muscular upper body coated by a thin layer of tan skin.
He tossed his shirt on the chair behind her.
It had to be a dream, except that she remembered the heat of the skin beneath his shirt and tracing the scars she knew covered his body.
He stepped away, towards the bed, peeling off his shirt as he went.
Deidre clutched at the material of his shirt.
The death dealer stripped off his shirt and weapons to display a muscular body.
The death dealer snatched his shirt and left quickly.
He peeled off his shirt.
Darkyn replaced his shirt.
While Paul was dressed in jeans and a golf shirt, brother Joseph—never "Joe"—sat stiffly in creased slacks and dress shirt.
She possessed an "outie" navel that looked like a cherry tomato had dropped down her too-tight tee shirt and landed on the top of the hill.
Dean began buttoning his shirt.
Like a plaid shirt.
Fred O'Connor, dressed to the nines in a dapper suit, pink shirt, bow tie and sporting a boutonniere, asked Dean if his iron was broken when he took one look at his stepson's new but wrinkled slacks.
He sat there, not in a uniform, but in shirt and tie, with a suit jacket slung over the chair.
It was a man, in a shirt.
There, staring up at the group, nestled in an assortment of other bones, packed into a grubby plaid shirt, was a cracked white skull.
In addition to the bones themselves, the box contained a ripped plaid flannel shirt, and nestled at the bottom, dirty jeans, boots, and yellowed, soiled undershorts.
The thing Martha saw had on a plaid shirt on, and these clothes are definitely old.
Mostly what's under it, but you should toss that tee shirt.
The shirt's from the Ride the Rockies bike tour.
The man, dressed in slacks and sport shirt, was entering the newly renovated Beaumont Hotel.
"How do you like this?" she asked, puffing out her chest and showing her new shirt.
His shirt was untucked and Dean glanced at his fly, wondering if he'd been caught using a tree for a call of nature.
He wiggled out of his shirt and placed it over the boy's lifeless face and sat down to wait.
His partner, a woman, lifted Dean's shirt from the body.
He changed into a clean shirt as he briefly described hearing the accident, climbing down to investigate and discovering Billy Langstrom's body.
She was in jeans and a man's dress shirt, her most unrevealing outfit to date.
Confused, she turned her back to him and pulled her shirt up to expose the marking.
She pushed her shirt down and moved away to break contact, facing him again when half the bed was between them.
He stripped off his shirt and flung it then tossed all his weapons in a pile at his feet before seating himself once more.
She slowly slid her hands up his chest, enjoying the feel of the smooth muscles beneath his shirt.
He was standing, shoving his shirt into his pants, watching her wistfully.
She left out the shirt bearing Logan's initials as he requested then glared at it.
"Sorry, Logan," she told the shirt.
His brown hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, and he was dressed in jeans and a loose shirt fastened across the golden skin of his chest by one button.
Gabe's step slowed as he neared the man dressed in a white shirt held closed by two buttons and cream linen pants rolled to his knees, as if he'd been walking in the ocean.
His trench and shirt were shredded and his favorite sword shattered, along with the majority of his other weapons.
Handsome and lean, he wore slacks and a collared shirt left open at the neck with the long sleeve meticulously rolled in a faux casual style.
She was more casually dressed in leggings, knee-high boots and a shirt that fell to mid-hip.
He wore khakis and a short-sleeved shirt.
Deidre twisted and pulled up her shirt for Katie to see.
She dropped her shirt, startled when Katie flung her arms around her in another tight hug.
He withdrew, kissing her face while his hands slid up her shirt.
Tamer hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, appearing as if he'd leapt out of bed the moment the wards alerted him.
Gabriel stripped off his shirt and weapons then his heavy boots, dropping everything into a pile while two of his assassins watched.
His shirt stretched tightly over his shoulders and across his back while his biceps flexed and the roped muscles of his forearms rippled with his tinkering.
Blood had dripped down his face to speckle his shirt.
She wiped her hand on her shirt and leapt up.
He resisted for a moment longer, watching the woman expertly slice Katie's shirt open.
Getting ready to tear her shirt open and throw herself down for a monster?
He wore the long-sleeve knit shirt, snug enough to show his physique without clinging to it, the snug jeans low on his lean hips.
He pulled out a small stack of clothing from the backpack and peeled off his shirt, displaying the lean, muscular body beneath.
True to his word, he stripped off his boots and shirt and lay on top of the covers.
Resigned, Jade peeled off his shirt, the sense of triumph making him feel sick to his stomach.
Rhyn snatched his brother by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the ground.
He wiped his bloodied hands on his shirt and trotted down the hall.
She tucked in her shirt in the way Evelyn had told her was customary.
Kiera lowered the shirt, glad she'd never convinced herself to remove the band.
Then she added, "He had on a red plaid flannel shirt and jeans."
You must have been fighting bullshit like this since the day you first pinned a badge on your shirt.
Dean had a memory of Fred draping a flannel shirt over Franny's bare shoulders, though no recollection of the order of arrival or any real details of what followed.
Fred reached in his shirt pocket and with a smile and a flourish, held out a check.
He removed his waistcoat and shirt.
He wore black jeans, a dark gray Versace silk sport shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and a pair of A. Testoni loafers.
Elisabeth appeared at the top of the stairs wearing his shirt.
I like you in my shirt.
I like me in your shirt too.
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.
Alex reached over and snatched the picture from his hand, tucking it into his shirt pocket.
After Gerald left, Alex showered and changed into jeans, a western shirt and square-toed boots.
Tucking the picture in his shirt pocket, he left the apartment and drove straight to the stable.
A western cut shirt made the most of his broad shoulders.
Her heart did a flip-flop as Alex came through the door, dressed in a blue western shirt and denim jeans.
His fingers slipped under her shirt, warmly working at the muscles in her back.
Would it have looked any better if he had come in a few minutes earlier when Alex had his hand under her shirt?
Her hands operated on their own as they pushed against the inside of his shirt collar and snaked up to his neck.
Carmen glanced back to see a red-faced Josh striding toward her, still tucking in his shirt.
His eyes flashed and he grabbed the front of her shirt, lifting her off the ground.
She kicked his shin and he let go of her shirt.
Going down on one knee, he fished in his shirt pocket and came out with a diamond engagement ring.
She'd never seen a man without a shirt on.
She was twisting the edge of her shirt as she spoke.
He wore a breezy, short-sleeved shirt.
Elise peeled off her shirt to reveal a snug undershirt that outlined the shape of her muscular upper body.
He turned, and she stopped. With the tip of one dagger, he tugged a necklace free from the shirt hiding it. On it was two small green gems.
The place where Katie touched him in his dream stung. Rhyn moved out of the drizzle, close to the fire, and peeled off his shirt. There was a welt resembling a bee sting where she'd touched him.
Rhyn looked around, wondering what spooked the kid. He sensed nothing and pulled his shirt back on.
Kris pursed his lips, wanting to release the curses coiled on his tongue. He looked her over. She'd at least worn sturdy shoes, long pants and shirt. She was in decent shape, slender and toned from Pilates and the gym.
I was wearing jeans and a black shirt.
She was in her early thirties, overweight, dimpled, and dressed in a flowered shirt and slacks.
The 32-year-old detective with bright red crew cut and opened-collar sports shirt looked as if nothing short of a catastrophe would cause him a lick of concern.
Polished shoes, with the socks still in them and a shirt, recovered from the beach, rested on a chair.
Dean, his hair still soaking wet, wearing an open-neck polo shirt while carrying his shoes, felt like the village idiot.
"You'd better put on a shirt and tie," Fred said.
He shrugged off the raincoat and stepped out of the wet trousers, using one of his smaller towels to partially dry off before slipping on pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved shirt.
His shirt and tie were in place as usual and Mrs. Lincoln was curled up on the bath mat at his feet, fast asleep.
Everyone lolled around the squad room, shirt collars and windows open, and neither providing much relief.
A younger man in a plaid shirt spoke up.
The old man was dressed in jeans and a western shirt complete with a string tie, turquoise clasp and a Nero Wolfe paperback in his back pocket.
Just then a pleasant looking woman in her sixties dressed in a western shirt and jeans approached the two.
Indigo jeans outlined the long lean muscles in his thighs, and the sleeves of his western shirt were rolled up to reveal tanned muscular forearms.
There he paused and looked down at the shirt.
I think I like that shirt better on you.
She glanced down at the shirt, her face warming again.
When he reached out and started unsnapping the shirt, she looked up at him quizzically.
Pulling the shirt open, he surveyed her swimsuit, oblivious to her embarrassment.
Locking the door, she snapped the shirt back up and walked down the porch steps.
And he gave you his shirt?
She grabbed the front of the shirt and jerked the snaps open to reveal the swimwear.
Racing to her room, she changed into jeans and a light shirt.
He was here when I came back from your house wearing your shirt.
She wiped her face with the bottom of her shirt.
She lifted her shirt and wiped her face again.
He came into the kitchen freshly shaved and looking handsome in indigo jeans and a western shirt.
Sliding her hand inside his shirt collar, she worked it around to the back of his neck, pulling his lips down hard on hers.
It wouldn't have occurred to her to check his pockets, but as she picked up his shirt, it crackled.
His antics caused her to drop the skillet, splashing gravy and water on her shirt.
"Alex!" she cried, brushing the mess from her shirt before it could sink into the fabric.
She grabbed a towel and daubed water and gravy from her shirt and the counter top.
Not wanting to get the mess on his shirt, she resisted the urge to hug him.
"Aren't you hungry?" she asked as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
As usual, his western shirt was tucked neatly into crisp indigo jeans.
The time my truck broke down, I said something that irritated him and he grabbed me by the front of the shirt and jerked me off the ground.
She pulled on a shirt.
She stripped down in the locker room and tossed her shirt over the animal head in the bottom of her locker.
He peeled off his shredded shirt and wiped himself down with a towel.
"Go easy on me," he said, entering the ring with her, sans shirt and shoes.
His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, and she wished she'd stopped by the locker room to pull on a shirt instead of racing to get away from Darian.
She hesitated then reached into her shirt and pulled free the necklace marking her House in the immortal world.
Even though she wore a snug shirt beneath it, Darian couldn't help willing her to hurry.
Triumphant yet still angry, she wriggled slowly out of her shirt, dropping it beside her.
She pulled on her shirt and jacket, turning towards her locker without opening it.
After a long pause, Jenn tucked it beneath her shirt.
She pulled up her shirt to confirm the bruises were gone.
Struggling into his shirt, Charles tried to yank away, but Darian Traveled to his cabin before releasing him.
She stripped out of her long-sleeved shirt, leaving just her T-shirt on, then pulled out everything from her pockets she didn't need.
She tucked the necklace back into her shirt.
Returning to the cell, she used the long-sleeved shirt to wipe the blood off her body quickly and then to clean the blades of the weapons she snatched off the ground.
She removed his tie and opened the first few buttons on his shirt.
Finally he brushed the hay from his shirt and jeans, his gaze downcast as he spoke.
As he stopped beside her, a tear slid down her cheek and dropped to her shirt.
She was dressed in indigo jeans and a white cotton shirt with turquoise piping.
He caressed her stomach, gradually moving his hand up under her shirt until he reached the bottom of her bra.
Long brown fingers loosened and removed the tie and then unbuttoned his shirt.
His expression was reflective as he removed the shirt, folded it and laid it on top of the jacket.
Bronzed skin contrasted in an attractive way with the white muscle shirt.
She unbuttoned the first buttons on his shirt and slipped her hands inside, sliding them around to the back of his neck.
He threw one long leg across the other and glanced around, absently plucking a package of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.
This one wore a short sleeved shirt, jeans and white sneakers.
She glanced up as he plucked a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.
She reached up and plucked a reddish colored grape from the cluster and wiped it on her shirt.
She modestly lifted her shirt a little and gently pulled the waistband down far enough to reveal the angry red bumps.
He opened the door and stepped out, pealing off his shirt and shucking his jeans.
Buttoning a long shirt over her clothes, she joined him in the kitchen, where he was scooping scrambled eggs into two plates.
He tucked the razor in his shirt pocket.
She clutched the shirt close as she lifted her chin to search his face imploringly.
He arrived in the kitchen with his shirt on and smiled as he sank to the bench in front of the plate she had filled for him.
She stared down at her shirt and absently tried to straighten the wrinkles.
The warmth of his muscular chest under the soft knit of his shirt, and the strength in the arms that gently coaxed her close again, tempted her to acquiesce.
She tossed a shirt in her suitcase without looking at him.
She crammed the last shirt into the suitcase and held it down while she snapped it shut.
Xander cracked the door for the animal to enter and pulled on a shirt.
It dangled in the open space at his neck, visible through the unfastened top button of his loose shirt.
She raised the flashlight, her attention caught by the dark stain on his white shirt.
You're standing in a vampire's house, and you want to know what's on my shirt.
"Shirt," she directed hurriedly.
Finally, he pulled the shirt off over his head and handed it to her.
At once, she wished she'd told him to change into a new one and bring her the stained shirt.
She placed the shirt in the bowl.
She concentrated on the shirt.
She wrung the water out of his shirt and walked down the hallway towards the laundry room.
He didn't see or sense her, like a ghost was prepping his coffee and ironing his shirt.
He was dressed in jeans and a casual button-down shirt that was snug across his shoulders and chest and loose over his abdomen.
Her eyes went to Toni, who had stripped off her shirt.
It got worse when Xander removed his shirt.
"Toni, this last one might work better if you're wearing a shirt," Laurencio said.
He tossed the model her shirt.
Jessi watched Gerry strip off his shirt to reveal a lean, athletic frame and faced Xander.
His hands traveled up her shirt.
Replacing it around her neck, she tucked it into her shirt.
He pulled his shirt free.
might have put on a ruffled shirt."
In the Barbargia the men have a white shirt, a black or red waistcoat and black or red coat, often with open sleeves; the cut and decorations of these vary considerably in the different districts.
From a sick-bed, from which he never rose, he conducted this work with surprising energy, and there composed those poems, too few in number, but immortal in the English language, such as the "Song of the Shirt" (which appeared anonymously in the Christmas number of Punch, 1843), the "Bridge of Sighs" and the "Song of the Labourer," which seized the deep human interests of the time, and transported them from the ground of social philosophy into the loftier domain of the imagination.
Blue Sark or blue shirt) of the old Norsemen, their first landmark on their way from Iceland to the ester Bygd, the present Julianehaab district, on the south-west coast of Greenland.
In ancient Ireland a king's mantle was dyed with saffron, and even down to the 17th century the "lein-croich," or saffron-dyed shirt, was worn by persons of rank in the Hebrides.
The despised Herati Tajik, in blue shirt and skull-cap, and with no instrument better than a three-cornered spade, is as skilled an agriculturist as is the Ghilzai engineer, but he cannot effect more than the limits of his water-supply will permit.
There are ship-yards, iron foundries and forges, machine shops, shirt factories, a pottery for the manufacture of sanitary earthenware, a woollen mill and canning factories.
Berlin is a flourishing manufacturing town, and contains a beet sugar refinery, automobile, leather, furniture, shirt and collar, felt, glove, button and rubber factories.
He wore a sharp shirt of hair next his skin, scourged himself every Friday and other fasting days, lay upon the bare ground with a log under his head, and allowed himself but four or five hours' sleep. This access of the ascetic malady lasted but a short time, and More recovered to all outward appearance his balance of mind.
But now the common class of men wear a shirt and trousers; the better class are attired in the European fashion.
Shirting, which has long since ceased to refer exclusively to shirt cloths, includes a large proportion of Lancashire manufacture.
Regatta is a stout, coloured shirt cloth similar in make to a jeanette.
He was then taken from the bath and put into a plain bed without hangings, in which he remained until his body was dry, when the two esquires put on him a white shirt and over that " a robe of russet with long sleeves having a hood thereto like unto that of an hermit."
A cotton chemise, and a white manta wrapped in Moorish fashion over head and body, constitute the dress of the women; a cotton shirt and trousers that of the men.
The dress of the men of the upper and middle classes who have not adopted European clothinga practice increasingly common consists of cotton drawers, and a cotton or silk shirt with very wide sleeves.
The dress of the lower orders is the shirt and drawers, and waistcoat, with an outer shirt of blue cotton or brown woollen stuff; some wear a kaftan.
This kurta is the equivalent for the shirt of Europe.
It was formerly fastened with strings, but now with the ghundi (the old form of button) and tukmah or loop. In southern India, Gujarat and in the United Provinces the arid is much the same as to length and fit as the English shirt; as the traveller goes northward from Delhi to the Afghan border he sees the kurta becoming longer and looser till he finds the Pathan wearing it almost to his ankles, with very full wide sleeves.
The kurta is a sort of sleeveless shirt, open in front and reaching to the waist.
Next to the skin the Parsi wears a sadra or sacred shirt, with a girdle called kasti.
She also wears a sadra or sacred shirt.
The men invariably, wear an onstarched shirt of cotton, sewn with white silk, often, particularly in the south of Persia, elaborately embroidered about the neck.
The lower orders often have it dyed blue; but the servant and upper classes always prefer a white shirt.
Among the very religious during the mourning month (Muharram) the shirt is at times dyed black.
Over the shirt and zir-jamah comes the arkhalik, generally of quilted chintz or print, a closely-fitting garment, collarless, with tight sleeves to the elbow, whence, to the wrist, are a number of little metal buttons, fastened in winter, but not in summer.
This, like the arkhalik, is open in front, and shows the shirt.
BERSERKER (from the "Sark" or shirt of the "bear," or other animal-skins worn by them), in Scandinavian mythology, the name of the twelve sons of the hero Berserk, grandson of the eight-handed Starkadder and Alfhilde.
Next the skin came a shirt (lane) of fine texture often richly embroidered.
Hence they were not only encouraged but required to possess arms. Those of them who Th c~ b H could provide themselves with a charger, a mail rosdeF ~ shirt, a spear and sword were ranked as milites U and the mIles was a caballero.
He took the shirt, his smile wry.
She made a fuss of tucking the shirt into her jeans.
He took a visual survey of her from the boots up, his unabashed gaze lingering on her straining shirt buttons.
It wasn't until she felt his warm hand on the bare skin under her shirt that she regained her sense of modesty.
She buttoned the shirt back and turned to Bordeaux, who had removed his shirt and was making a show of washing it, his glistening back to her.
She stretched out on the rock, its warmth penetrating her shirt and further relaxing her muscles.
I laughed in the pretender's face as his blood poured down his shirt and into his pants as he tried in vain to stop the flow.
He reloaded his weapon first, then entered his bedroom for a new shirt.
The thought of him without his shirt on, or better yet, naked â€¦ "No way in hell," she breathed.
Within seconds, their petting grew frantic, and she shimmied out of her dress before pushing off his shirt.
While Paul was dressed in jeans and a golf shirt, brother Josephâ€”never "Joe"â€”sat stiffly in creased slacks and dress shirt.
Cynthia cautiously lifted the shirt by fingertips.
Bare to the waist, Dean trembled in the cool mountain air until someone tossed him an old flannel shirt that smelled of sweat and cigarettes.
Deidre's tears burned through his shirt to his skin, and he couldn't dismiss the expression on her face from his thoughts.
The body a few feet away was bloated and pale, missing its face and dressed in the shirt she bought him for his birthday, the one with his initials â€“ LJM â€“ embroidered across the pocket.
She wore a tee shirt with no bra, perhaps in some vague attempt to emulate Penny, but with only a fraction of the appropriate equipment.
He wore an Alfred E. Newman smile and was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt without a tie.
In a belated modest moment, she clamped the shirt shut and headed for the house.
She suppressed a giggle when she noticed his light yellow golf shirt.
She tossed a shirt in the suitcase and gave him a disgusted look.
Ingrid claimed to hire an ugly, old assistant, but the woman concerned more about the stain on his shirt than being around a vampire was enchanting, with long, loose blonde curls, olive-tinted skin and feathery eyelashes that set off striking gray eyes.
The microwave was on, and the shirt he thought he'd ruined was draped over the back of the chair in the informal dining room.
The boss gave a verbal warning for coming to work dressed in a tee shirt.
artistic talents shine for the chance to win a signed Preston North End shirt.
They will still want to wear a training bib, even when the color is identical to their shirt.
wearing a Black Shirt and jeans, Ben Stiller looks in good shape.
Black Shirtd choice) - Red and black striped shirt, black shorts with red piping, black socks with red stripe.
Black Shirt to get black T shirts to provide a good color contrast to the Club's colors.
School uniform was navy blue with a red blouse for the girls and a white shirt with a red tie for the boys.
brash man in a Hawaiian shirt will be treated differently to a soft-spoken man in a tailored business suit.
buckskin shirt, and had long black hair and mustache.
With the many different aspects of our business from the rodeo bull to our famous wet t shirt competitions.
carrycy wears a blue skirt with a red sweat shirt featuring her ' Totally Tracy ' logo and carries a brown suede shoulder bag.
centenary shirt signed by Charlton legend Richard Rufus.
chunky blue sweater with a shirt collar just peeping over the top.
The club has no shirt sponsor - and will never do so - and for the moment have stuck rigidly to their club constitution.
He had faded denim jeans on over scuffed, fawn cowboy boots and a plain, white cotton shirt.
DESIGN: Classic v neck white shirt, with three lions crest.
cutty sark ", a short shirt or chemise made of Paisley linen.
denim shirt pocket.
In jeans and a short sleeved shirt, he is now the rural farming gentleman, his white djellaba hung on a peg somewhere.
dragon tattooed at great expense on tail of shirt Seagoon: What does that prove?
Shirt features gold embroidery to badge, sleeves £ 34.99 More details England Away Shirt 2006/08 - Long Sleeve Kids.
It was commonly believed that wearing a flannel bans around the waist under the shirt would prevent disease.
And after finding I 'd forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.
And he still has his shorts from his England days forty years ago, and his shirt.
frilled shirt and the long multi-coloured scarf.
He wears a starched and gathered ruff developed from the shirt neck frill after about 1560.
gaffer tape on the inside of the shirt to close the shirt up.
garish orange shirt presenting a lurid target.
gingham shirt and enjoy.
He stared in amazement as sparks went down the front of his shirt and set his chest hair afire.
Young, dashingly handsome, and with enough pectoral muscles to get the audience screaming in lust whenever his shirt is removed.
There is the red shirt and long black beard of Olivier, which blows as he stands, his broad-brimmed hat in his hand.
In the pocket of her shirt, the Tribute weighs heavy.
The Ocean Shirt has a shirt collar, elbow length sleeves, patch hip pockets and a straight hem with side vents.
Was wearing a blue shirt, dark blue trousers, brown jacket and carrying a large blue holdall.
New technology was also assessed: from self-cleaning windows to an automatic shirt ironer and energy-saving ventilation.
The site has some really cool stuff (check out the shirt ironer and virtual keyboard ).
Crinkle Jersey Shirt £ 39.00 A shirt which looks and feels great and doesnÃ¯¿½t need ironing?
Dress code: faded jeans with shirt tucked in.
Wales Rugby Union 125th Anniversary Away Shirt Supporters replica jersey.
Perform a feet first and a head first surface dive wearing T-shirt, long sleeved jumper or sweat shirt while in deep water.
If you do not have a leotard then, leggings and a t shirt will be suitable instead.
lilac polo shirt features a logo embroidered on the chest.
He wears a white linen shirt, stripy trousers that may be pjamas, soft leather moccasins at his feet.
moustaches small and immaculately turned out in shirt, tie and zippered pullover and matinee idol pencil mustache.
Plain navy polo shirt (short sleeves) or navy polo shirt (short sleeves) or navy polo shirt with school logo.
She takes to the stage, slight, clad in jeans and lumberjack shirt, looking almost nervy.
Martin Lewis (the TV newsreader) shown a videoed situation involving an armed suspect in a check shirt in a crowded shopping center.
outerwear designed to look like a shirt and tie!
Blue shirt, beige jumper, gray overcoat, gray trousers, brown suede shoes.
Must have seen two hundred or more of them in white shirt, Leeds tie and gray crombie overcoats.
Right -The humorous t- shirt company had discovered punk and hold onto your sides as we had the punk panther.
He wears a thick, chunky blue sweater with a shirt collar just peeping over the top.
He selected a brown suit with blue pinstripes, scruffy shirt and tie, brown trousers and white plimsolls.
pique polo shirt is just £ 7.97 compared to an RRP of £ 15.99.
polo shirt or baseball cap in S, M L & XL sizes.
Plain navy polo shirt (short sleeves) or navy polo shirt with school logo.
This mens white polo shirt features a logo embroidered on the chest.
Price £ 21 2) Navy blue polo shirt with embroidered MPS logo on the front.
This mens lilac polo shirt features a logo embroidered on the chest.
white polo shirt with school badge and navy sweatshirt with school badge.
pullover with school logo, gray socks, white shirt and school tie.
BOYS Gray trousers, navy pullover with school logo, gray socks, white shirt and school tie.
resplendent in a scarlet rugby shirt waved back.
rodeo bull to our famous wet t shirt competitions.
rugger shirt and 100 FF credits.
She was wearing nothing but a " cutty sark ", a short shirt or chemise made of Paisley linen.
No, the only truly shameful thing you can do in this city is to wear a Rangers shirt in a Celtic pub.
Becks, who quit as England captain after their World Cup failure earlier this month, donned a silk shirt and black trousers.
shirt with a white collar, white bow tie and bands.
Men should wear a dark suit and a plain, long-sleeved, white shirt with a white collar, white bow tie and bands.
We were given a blue and white striped shirt and a pair of gray shorts and socks.
Over his open-necked shirt Bill placed a stole and was ready to start.
A white shirt should be carried to all away games.
shirt sleeves was doing something with a pail.
shirt collars are smelly and wet.
shirt pocket size ).
shirt sponsorship deals.
I want the T shirt, " I drove in Italy & survived " !
Tracy wears a blue skirt with a red sweat shirt featuring her ' Totally Tracy ' logo and carries a brown suede shoulder bag.
To my left, a german skinhead wore a Hackett shirt with a Coventry City sticker stuck proudly across the middle.
Jacket, shirt, tie, dress, mini skirt, trainers, shorts, t-shirt, whatever.
Bruno arrives, a loose-fitting shirt hanging on his still considerable frame outside black slacks.
Our shirt has been designed with raglan sleeves for comfort and ease of movement on the pitch or off.
On Thursday evening the Resort hosted the annual outdoor BBQ overlooking the golf courses in shirt sleeve weather.
sleeved shirt to protect your skin.
sleeved T-shirt and a silk shirt.
slime ball, how dare you wear my shirt without my permission!
spiky grass poking through the gaps in the sleeves of his shirt.
Question 11 What a joke you lot are, you can't even find a shirt sponsor for next season.
Blue jacket, waistcoat, shirt, waist belt buckle, sporran chain, sporran chain, sporran, hoses, garter flashes, shoes.
Basey fed the run of the Phillips who, with no blue shirt prepared to approach him, made purposeful strides into the box.
striped pjamas & herringbone shirt are a small selection from the Austin Reed range which also includes italian stripe shirts & cufflinks.
striped shirt is what the fans want.
stripy shirt and a pair of shorts.
subsided leaving Leon's shirt soaked.
I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with " Guess " on it So I said " Implants?