She wasn’t best pleased with me, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. I’d be sleeping alone tonight.
“You can forget ANY promise you were on, for the rest of this year, Jed”, Harper angrily said, “these knickers will be tighter than an oyster’s shell, as far as you’re concerned. And it won’t be you that prizes them apart and claims the precious pearl inside on New Year’s Eve, either!” She added.
I still think I’m missing something, but I can’t put my finger on what it is?