The Tale of Durante and Angelus Ch 1: A Place to Call Home, Part 1
Durante said and rushed towards the old mop. he picked it up and set it at an angle before kicking the end that held the filthy mop part and broke it off; causing the end of the wooden pole to become pointed and jagged, it was a good five feet long now.
Area 51
I answered frankly, mopping my forehead.nancy sat down beside me on the chair and patted me kindly on the shoulder. "of course not! why must they do that? what makes you think so?" she said reassuringly."
Spiral Nebula - Epilogue
When aggressor appeared, it surprised all the surviving ships since they were still mopping up the battle over orbit. aggressor came with half a dozen infected capital ships and countless smaller infections.
A Caretaker and his Duties
mop in hand and cleaning utensils at the ready he opened the door and pushed in his mop-bucket, enjoying the creak of the door as it always gave him a little chuckle due to being odd sounding.
Things Happen
Zack grabbed a mop and went over to the laughing vixens and started to clean up the spill. he jumped when all of the vixens squeezed his butt. this embarrassed zack, but it also turned him on.
Part 4: Meeting Your Hero
Bloodies finished mopping the bloodworks and watched after hanging the bucket and mop as gladiators came downstairs from the arena.
Knot Misleading 2 - Suffering With a Smile
He used the rabbit like a mop again across the filthy floors. infernus just watched him clean the floor. every so often, he dunked the rabbit into soapy water like a normal mop. whatever noises the rabbit made only spurred him on.
The Anti-Diary
Once i haven't damaged all the prototypes, i haven't had a nice chat with the janitor to not discuss the mopping power output requirements, because he's not a horse.
Legacy: Chapter 1
With a loud buzz and a click, the door opened wide, and jack grabbed his mop and bucket, pushing them to the end of the empty corridor where the elevator waited for him.
Persuasive Perfume
"it's our new formula," began the skunk on the right, smiling through the mop of black hair obscuring his eyes.
How Not to Be a Werewolf
Logan's was pearly white, almost glowing in the moonlight as his dark hair turned into a shaggy white mop that still hung over his eyes like he was some huge humanoid sheep dog.
No Major Injuries
A cheery whistling announced the arrival of a golden-furred marten with the mop bucket. "sorry," brad offered, to the newcomer. "no prollem, cleaned up in a jiffy!" the mustelid male replied, with a quick grin and a thick accent.