He
behaved like a man torn from the cover of some steamy romance novel: the
charming rogue, the passionate pirate who would, come morning, take his ship to
sea for God, Queen, and Country. Of
course, usually, sometime before morning, the women would realize that under
the smooth, gin-painted exterior was a guy who sniffed his shorts to check
their wearability. But for a moment, for
them and for him, he had been cool.
Sleazy, but cool.
(from Island of
the Sequined Love Nun by Christopher Moore)
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