...the originals -- but I've long been curious about 1983's Psycho II , so this evening I checked it out, figuring it would be a good capper for my week of knife-wielding psychos. Directed by Richard Franklin, who had previously helmed the Hitchcockian thriller Road Games , and written by Tom Holland, the film catches up with Norman Bates 22 years after the events of the first film. Like Dressed...
... and one set of _The Crucible_ essays to knock out to be caught up. Today in Sophomore Honors, we were discussing the aphorisms (short witty sayings designed to provide moral instruction) or Ben Franklin. And because we had a bit of time to killat the end of the class, I pulled out "Wise and Otherwise," a board game in which the players have to finish a proverb. It's kind of like a variation...
...her." The screen went blank and Sharrel stood and made towards the ships exit with Lan following. Since no one stopped him, Jack quickly dashed after them. --- "One more push Gwen- that's it!" Franklin watched with awe as the baby's head became visible, "keep pushing. Almost there." Gwen pushed herself up and grabbed her thighs before yelling. " Cachu bant ti cachu mes I am pushing!" With...
...from here." She frowned, "where the hell is Gwen?" --- "Oh my god! I am never doing this again!" Gwen was screaming at the top of her lungs as she tried to push through the contraction like Franklin wanted her to. "If you tell me to breathe one more time I'll kill you!" She fell back on the bed and gasped for air when the contraction was through. Franklinmerely smirked at her comment and...
...hand as the pain ran through her. "Damn. You said that thing would stop this!" She huffed and pushed his hand away as he gave her a familiar half-smirk, "and stop doing that- it freaks me out!" Franklin checked the status of Gwen's labour, seeing that she still had some way to go before the real trial began, "sorry about that. The power block decreases the pain, but it can't completely block...
...she'd seen before and when he looked at her and smiled. "Shit. Ianto?" His smile displayed those bright teeth and pronounced dimples, which accentuated a lightly dimpled chin, but the same voice said, "Franklin actually, but Ianto is my middle name- you can call me that if you like." He smoothed her hair out of her face then slid down the bed to make a quick check before smiling at her again, "not long...
.... A special Smut Sunday edition to kick of the series. +40 "Are you sure about this?" Jack looked on with skepticism at the young man standing before him as he flipped through the report. Franklin Jones cocked his eyebrow just like his Tad which caused Jack to chuckle, "sorry. I know you've checked and double checked the data, but are you sure it has to be you?" With a sigh of exasperation...
...had become obsessed with this 'project'. Ianto understood his son's need to focus on something- trying to make sense of what he'd seen. "Frankie, what are you doing there?" At the sudden interruption, FranklinJonesquickly blanked his terminal display and spun in his seat. "Nothing." Franklin answered quickly and tersely in a fashion Ianto knew only too well and he raised an eyebrow. Franklin shrugged...
