Ida shrugged.

Peggy could feel her life slipping away.

As soon as Easter started, Ronald took a long sip of his martini.

Jimmie opened the door to the guest room. His senses were overwhelmed.

Sonia had been expecting Melanie for six days. She rubbed her hands together.

It was a dark and stormy February afternoon. Courtney was at the train station.

There had never been a professor quite like Shirley Powell, and she knew it.

Roger could tell that Jim was a magician. He tried not to worry.

Larry could tell that Dean was friendly. He opened the door to the living room.

On Thursday, Kyle made out.

Lady Pantstead was in one of her moods.

The screenwriter opened the door, and led Megan inside.

After spending a night trapped in the mine, Marshall was relieved to see his mother.

The goldfish was on the loose. Paula panicked.

Going to the mountain was a nice idea. Shelly tried to hide.

Misty raised her hands. It was going to be a long evening.

Juanita walked into the attic and glanced at Marsha. "You make me laugh," she said.

For as long as Ethel could remember, she'd wanted to be a merchant.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the stream.

Smoke was in the air. Velma opened the door.

Brian had invited an owl to his grand opening. He knew it wouldn't end well.

Irma knew that the zebra was jubilant.

When Erik arrived at Easter, everyone booed him.

The dining room was locked.

Norman opened the door to the sauna. He took a sip of his chocolate milk.

It was a tumultuous spring morning. Thomas knew it was too late as he led the baker into the waiting room.

The smell coming from the dungeon made Maurice hopeful.

Gertrude was the best sailor in town.

Connie had been waiting for Erica for hours. She questioned her decision.

It was a typical night in the temple. Ida wiped the sweat from her brow.

Penny opened the door to the dining room. The stench was unmistakable.

Wanda was sharing. She rubbed her hands together.

Heidi could tell that Willie was a chauffeur. She tried not to feel intimidated.

On Tuesday, Carla always made a mess.

Bernice took a long sip of her mojito.

Francis hoped that Harold was barbaric.

Joe was angry that no one was coming to Christmas.

Troy had come to Germany alone. He was here to meet the sheriff.

Lady Malderbourne was in one of her moods.

Ashley put down the doll slowly.

Marie took a bite of her bagel. It was going to be a momentous night.

The tattooist opened the door, and led Randall inside.

It was a long way to the bay. Terrance stopped and straightened his clothes.

Vera walked into the armory and glanced at Misty. "You make me tell the truth," she said.

Alma had never been to the cave. She put down her plate.

When Melvin opened the door Mrs. Smith looked up from her work.

Jorge could not feel anything.

Xiloi arose from slumber.

Dastoorice Oathcleaner raised her sword.

There had never been a cosmonaut quite like Georgia Jones, and she knew it.