It was a dark and stormy night; well, actually it was dark, partly
cloudy with a 50% of rain; maybe it was more like clear, with the
moon shining; now that I think about it, it was sunny, warm, with
slight northeasterly breeze.
Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-buil Portia was sleek,
shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit moulding her body, which was as warm
as seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, her eyes flashing like
bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads of fresh rain on the hood...
