Hunting for Worms: An Encore
Being a good samaritan or something. that probably would have held water if i hadn’t been specifically sitting outside her bedroom window and if i hadn’t gotten hear before sunset and then been waiting over an hour.
Love is a feline
Despite my fatigued state, i readily cross the street in the spirit of good samaritans everywhere. "let me help," i say as i retrieve a couple of the items that have gotten farther away from her. “thank you so much.” relieved, she replies.
An Offer of the Body
good. tell me if they decide to be good samaritans and try and save me._ fat chance of that. you know the corpos; only care for themselves. all true and fair, but that didn't mean that it couldn't happen.
Powerless
What if there hadn't been a good samaritan? what if i hadn't made it in time?_ zack glided his hand along the length of his muzzle.
TItans of the World I: Somebody Save Me (edited)
samaritan, delivering food to troubled villages, cities and towns torn from the war.
A Warm Bed Chapter 1
He moved his paw, "i'm not exactly what you would call a 'good samaritan.'" "now can i put my pants on sir?" "what did i say?" "...when you say so...i can."
Don't Fear the Reaper: Part 6
"just a good samaritan," he finished and sheathed the other throwing knife he had drawn. trisha fell to her knees, looking up at the figure.
(Carbon) Dating Lessons
With that chapter of today over and his good samaritan action done, he had some more, he had some more sinful things to attend to in room 314.
Merlin's Revenge Chapter 17
Being an upstanding citizen and as good samaritan as was possible he shut his genny down and loaded it up an a wheelbarrow. he also slipped his .22 into a waistband, he may have been a little too altruistic at times but he was nobody's fool.
Alaska (2)
"i think this situation is covered by the good samaritan law," the fox replied, "but don't ask me more about that now...i can't find your tibial pulse. you've got a dislocated fracture of the ankle."
Journeys of Time 14
Tenchi looked at the daggers before she heard the familiar sound of a barrel being loaded with ammunition and the heavy click of the barrel locking into place before tarja spoke up, "the good samaritan, meet your son, the divine samaritan of lòeón."
The Runt, Part 8.
In a matter of two months i have gone from being the runt of a litter of wolves to being a wealthy bar owner and all thanks to the act of being a good samaritan, which reinforces my belief, i may be a gay wolf that up until two months ago nobody would have