Okay, I'm so mortified one of mine brought the thread to a crashing halt
I'm reduced to claiming it myself just to put you all out of your misery.
It's Burnout. By...erm...me!
Okay, let's see if this is any easier. From one of my own enduring favourites:
A boisterous group of about seven people entered the bar and took the empty table next to theirs. Serious conversation turned out to be
impossible and so they sipped their drinks in silence, holding hands, content to be together, each knowing there were still things they hadn't
said, that they wanted to say to each other. Later, as they were leaving the bar, Clark impulsively pulled Lois against him and kissed her hard.
Sitting beside her, just holding hands had taken its toll on his self restraint.
After she caught her breath, Lois looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I bet you're pleased with yourself, Kent."
"Right now I'm feeling *very* pleased, Lois," he said, his eyes glittering.
She felt the back of her knees go weak.
Whew.
/me turns up the fan and knows how Lois feels...LabRat
