Lisa could tell that Stacy was a psychiatrist. She tried not to feel intimidated.

It was a clear and cloudless Sunday morning. Lori was in the bushes.

Raul opened the door to the corridor. He was afraid of what he would find.

As soon as the funeral started, Edna took a bite of her candy-bar.

The dungeon was spotless.

It was a long way to the sea. Rhonda stopped and wiped the sweat from her brow.

Lord Jeffrey was in one of his moods.

Oizhue waited for the battle to begin.

It was a dark, moonless spring night. Troy wanted a friend as he led the priest into the attic.

"It's now or never," Billy told himself as he waited at the wax museum.

The ventriloquist opened the door, and led Rosa inside.

Cynthia was missing. She straightened her clothes.

The music coming from the living room made Tanya hopeful.

Gerald opened the door to the basement. He picked up his Budweiser.

When rain stopped, Heidi knew it was time to find shelter.

When Francis arrived at Easter, everyone laughed.

Leroy had come to Istanbul prepared. He was here to meet the tax collector.

There had never been a matador quite like Lloyd Moore, and he knew it.

Kent had never been to the beach. He rubbed his hands together.

Pedro had invited a cat to his grand opening. He knew what to do.

Manuel could feel his heart beating.

The sound of the blender made Paula want to scream.

Crystal was suprised to be free.

Kirk could see that the crab was obsessive.

Terry fumbled in the gloom. The walls were hot to the touch.

It was a typical evening in Ireland. Judith swallowed nervously.

For as long as Clinton could remember, he'd wanted to be a barber.

The bunny was on the loose. Stella knew exactly what to do.

Marlene chewed her lip.

Going to the lake was a foolhardy idea. Byron cracked open another beer.

If the waiter didn't arrive soon, Vivian didn't know what she would do.

Someone had invited a pony to Christmas. Dora knew the fun was about to begin.

Yesei arose from slumber.

Clyde opened the door to the outhouse. The silence was overwhelming.

Charles was in the shop. He had a fishcake in his hand.

The lobby was a complete mess.

It was a misty Saturday evening. Debbie was in the hair salon.

As soon as the funeral started, Patsy went over the plan.

There had never been a violinist quite like Raymond Hud son, and he knew it.

Zachary was glad that William was coming to Christmas.

Marvin could see that Eduardo was placid. He opened the door to the garage.

Lord Ivan was sitting in the studio.

It was a long and sleepless Monday night. Susan crouched and tied her laces as she led the philanthropist into the attic.

It was a quiet afternoon down by the lake.

Lonnie was the best principal in town.

Esther walked into the barn and glanced at Armando. "You make me sweat," she said.

On Friday, Doris always made finger puppets.

It was a long way to the beach. Carlos stopped and lowered his gaze.

Leroy knew that the chicken was open-minded.

Michael felt that the student was willing.