Warm-and-fuzzy-feelings feed-good stories.
Ed swallowed hard at that--Al could hear the gulp, could see his Adamís apple bob, and copied the swallow reflexively to see what it would feel like.
The brush began its march through the sunbeam locks, from crown to tail, and Riza pressed her lips to them. "Until then."
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.