They thought I had brought my pretty boy out drinking with me.
A pretty boy with enough brains to make it his profession.
In this same church, the pretty boy received all that will soon be left of him on earth - a name.
No pretty boys until everything is set up perfect, understand?
I will have you disguised as a pair of my pretty boys.
"My pretty boy," she kept saying, and held his head against her cheek.
"He had a face that I thought would be appealing to men because he's not your typical pretty boy."
Some of us prettier boys have just had to get used to it.
Except that pretty boys seem to be having it a lot easier now as well.
The pretty boy could talk hard at any rate.
