Prior to Saturday, Sammy’s reputation was without a single STAIN. Not even the smallest splatter. Then he answered the KNOCK. There she stood, the femme fatal, the damsel in distress, the irresistible something of movie lore. He felt DRUNK just looking at her, all judgement gone. This was the test he was destined to FLUNK, her coy smile was a PLUNK as effective as any punch thrown in a heavyweight championship. Sammy was a goner.

Heather