Ah, gentle dames! It gars me greet / To think how mony counsels sweet, / How mony lengthen'd sage advices, / The husband frae the wife despises!

Dad was a very gentle, sweet man.

Pleased to meet you." Sage said, offering his hand. "The pleasure is all mine," Rayna Purred. "Unless ofcourse, it's all Clea's which is even better."
Sage smiled and might have even blushed a bit, which was highly entertaining.

I think that he believed there was some extramarital thing going on.

I think if we had a skate park we'd be a lot more safer then just going out on the streets and skateboarding and it would just keep kids off the streets generally.

How often when they find a sage, As sweet as Socrates or Plato; They hand him hemlock for his wage, Or bake him like a sweet potato! Donald R