What’s goin’ on?” I ask as I take a seat. “Obviously not this. ” He tosses me my shirt from last night. “I found it on the floor of the den. It’s obvious there was some hanky-panky going on. ” Okay, so he knows we fooled around. But at least he didn’t find Kiara’s bra on top of my shirt. “Yeah. . . things kinda got a little heated after you and Mrs. W. left the den last night,” I tell him.
Tosses her head and flips her hair, she got a whole bunch of nothing in there.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
Alice doesn't seem to mind because she's laughing too, and biting her lip, all doe-eyed, and tossing her freshly washed hair, and Norton tosses his lovely, glossy hair back, and she tosses her hair in return, and he tosses his, and she tosses hers, and it;s like some mating ritual on a wildlife program.