He placed her on the table and retreated, shaking his head and swiping at the air around him, as if plagued by bees.
Swiping at tears, she registered Darkyn's words as her eyes identified the dark clothing laid out on the bed.
She tossed in her exercise clothing before swiping a photo-generator from her wardrobe and tucking it into the pockets of her suitcase.
The cubes were gone. Swiping at lively bushes, she inched forward, searching for the cubes.
Hell, as long as Dawkins was swiping his last brew, he might as well get his monies worth.
