Panting, Abrim let his muscles go slack, black spots crowding the edge of his vision.

Through the space between slack lips, Vicki could hear heavy adenoidal breathing.

After shaping the slope of the barrel chime of yet another red oak slack barrel, Kharl set the adze down and blotted his forehead with the back of his forearm.

He was so ashamed of breaking ahimsa that his body fell slack and the other boys managed to pin him to the floor.

Waterford bowl with gold mountings, Jimmy in white slacks, an Armani pull and Gucci shoes, Tina in Westwood Lycra pants that hugged lipo-ed buttocks as if they were madly in love with them, Enya from the Lord of the Rings on the Bang and Oluf sen, all this and sorrow.

The climber was methodical, working multi-pitch, shooting out spindles of wire ahead that buried and fused into the rock, testing the weight of the anchors, squatting to plant rivets beneath us, roping hexes into the cracks, taking the slack, testing, belaying, moving on.

A pretty, black-haired girl in bright green slacks was sitting on the front steps, and Bingo paused.

Ruth smoothed the un-smoothable cloth of her bivouac slacks, like a woman not used to being without a skirt.

The door was opened by a tall, handsome man wearing a boater, white shirt and slacks as if about to go rowing in spite of the cold weather.

It was not the five-bladed slave whip, invented for the full and perfect punishment of an erring slave girl, but only a light, one-bladed bosk whip, little more than a switch of leather, a mere incitement and encouragement to better performance on the part of a slacking plow beast, but it struck my back like a hot snake and a rifle shot.

Deliberately Centaine thrust her left hand into the hip pocket of her slacks.

She fetched up on the slack of the anchors at the moment a big comber smashed her shoreward.

The Crackpot wore a shirt and slacks of motley, a flat mortarboard-type hat askew over his forehead.

Sachs recalled noting when she searched his room that he had no jeans, only cuffed slacks.

At present immense quantities of fuel are left at the mines, in the form of culm and slack, which, in quality, are much below the average output.