“The hall they entered had arched ceilings over twenty feet high that were painted in tromp l’oeil, basically a bunch of butt-naked baby angels pointing at each other.’ (Carlos)”

“Don’t stand up too quick. ‘Wasted effort since she was able to stand without touching the ceiling.’ Must have been a damn small bunch of warriors living here back when. (Carlos)”

“Sandman had two personalities. One could turn a female into his angel for the night in a blink, and the other could make a terrorist piss himself.' (Carlos)”

“Sorry, Carlos. What have you got? (Terri)Plenty of fine wine and silk sheets with a high threat count. (Carlos)”

“Get your butt over there and start reading before I beat you with my Rod of Time. (Sin)I can think of much better things to do with your rod than beat me, baby. (Kat)Aww, gawd, we’ve degenerated into really bad punage. I yield. Save me before my IQ points are damaged. (Sin)”

“Seth envied them that freedom as his naked body hung lankly from the ceiling, with his hands shackled over his head. He’d been in this position for so long that his wrist bones protruded through the open cuts the manacles had worn through his flesh. He was sure it had to hurt, but that pain blended in nicely with all the others so that he couldn’t tell where one ache began and another throb ended. Who knew torture could have benefits?”

“It might if you were male, hanging upside down naked and got nervous, then whizzed all over yourself. Gravity is not your friend at that point. (Josie)Eww. Save those tidbits for when you’re in the men’s room…updating your contact information. (Terri)”