Entranced by the soft, silky feel of it, Andrew decided on a layby. The young salesgirl took it from there, promising he'd be glad he did!
formulated
Andrew had formulated various things before, but never with a woman as bold and beautiful as Kirsten. Now they would formulate in a way that the world would recognise as astounding.
tresses
Mistinguette pushed a strand of damp hair out of her eyes. How men had admired, and how often, her thick dark tresses. She smiled, a distant, dreamy, secret smile. Then she bent to her task again. Angus could only see the top of her head, working rhythmically, as she bent over his engine.
How glad he was, he reflected, that he had come to the Renault garage for his annual service.
dipstick
Angus worried that, beneath the dark tresses of Mistinguette's luxuriant hair, something was truly up with his dipstick.
cylinders
She pushed the dipstick to the end of its tube, and withdrew it, slowly, carefully. She looked at the end of it, and showed it to him. No, there's nothing worn, she said. It's good for another 50,000 at least. With a gay laugh, she inserted it again, and drove it home. She loved being in charge of this service shop. It was all she'd ever wanted. Now she could turn her attention to the cylinders.
body shop
What a cunning runt.
It's all pink in the middle.
She purred as she slipped into the bay, her sleak curves and flawless finish glistening under the hot lights. Yes she was polished... definitely high maintenance, and every guy at the body shop ached for the chance to get his hands on her and take her for a ride.
preprandial
He lifted her bonnet and fiddled with her preprandial. She gave him a long, cool stare and pointed, "Put that down" she breathed as he quickly put the buzzing tool aside.
"I want you to concentrate, take it slower,
Yes, there...no over a bit, ok, now rub faster, FASTER. You have to put some elbow grease into it. Ah......... yes that's better."
"You know a job worth doing, is worth doing well. You can quit when you can see your face in every surface on the car," Then she smiled and threw him a towel.
There were three daughters in the family, separated by eight years, three fathers and a supreme dislike for one another. Each considered herself to be at once the favorite of their mother and each turned against the other two at any opportunity. All but abandoned by their individual fathers, each tried to fill the gaping psychic hole differently. Emma, with her fierce political campaigns, Clarise, the gourmet cook and, at last, the youngest, whom we shall only describe by using her nickname : Oopsie-Daisy.
Spewing
Spewing awesome flows of fiery magma, father earth released the the pent up frustrations of eons of incessant plate tectonics.
ramekin
Ooh god, thats too tempting. I defer, lest I burn in hell or bolts of lightening smote me down.
ramekin
Magda called out in warning about the incredible flow of magma down the slope, the slippery slope... she called and called and no one came. No help. Only ashes, cigarette ashes, in the ramekin next to the candle. The candle was flickering now, flickering in the draft with a yellow glow.
Glow
"Men perspire - ladies glow," purred Diana as she stripped to show off her golden tan and sweating armpits. She could glow for England, thought Angus steamily.
hugger-mugger
Prying the hugger-mugger from her thigh, Ceili vowed she would never again participate in co-ed
blindfolded yoga.
lapidary
Half dazed by the co-ed blindfold yoga she had experienced throughout the long team-building weekend, Kirsten realised she had missed the high-scoring LAPIDARY in the college strip scrabble tourney. This meant that she had to remove her duffelcoat a full two plays before Damien had to remove his.
toggle
Kirsten could hardly suppress a gasp of surprise when she saw Damien's thick woolly sweater, liberally stained with Theakston's Old Peculiar, poking out between his toggles. She had never seen such a hirsute pullover.
woggle
Having swore she would no longer participate in co-ed blindfolded yoga, Ceili and Kirsten were unable to get the old fella to stop oggling their woggles.
forgot to give another word again....
hirsute
