“So… what? You want me to sign my name in blood or something?” “Hmmm,” he said, tapping his finger against his cheek as he looked at the ceiling — the epitome of an overly dramatic thinker. I rolled my eyes.… — L.J. Kentowski Copy Share Image
“Dr Rahmat thrust his hand between her legs, tried to kiss her and suggested that there was time for a quick one.' 'Meaning sexual intercourse?' Sir Hector was clearly not about to take the view that my client was offering… — John Mortimer Copy Share Image
