Showing posts with label brazen. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Brazen preening and ogling



I’m not unused to female attention, as you know, but I don’t recall more brazen preening and ogling than I got from Uliba-Wark’s domestics. Plainly they were no strangers to the hayloft or long grass.


Flashman on the March, p.76, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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