High-intensity workout output

Usage examples of sweat.

Charlotte Simmons gave off waves and waves of shiftlessness, incompetence, irresponsibility, sloth, flabby character, and the noxious funk of flesh abloom with heat, sweat, fear, and adrenaline.

The wound was still abscessed, its dressing changed twice a day, but now Harper and Isabella had to wipe the sweat that poured from Sharpe and listen to the ravings that he muttered day and night.

You could put an Adjutor into a cold sweat simply by suggesting something with cash value or money-making potential might be damaged.

During the sweating stage the patient should be left alone, but as soon as the perspiration ceases, from two to four of the Purgative Pellets should be administered, as a gentle cathartic.

We paid with a sheaf of Afghanis, drank the tea his sweating assistant had brought, and parted from him on a wave of mutual good wishes.

Murphy ordered the engineer from aft, and in a few moments Jackson Vaughn appeared, hair soaked with sweat, coveralls stained with dirt, a Beretta 9-mm automatic stuffed into his belt.

Sweat ran down her cheeks, and a few bruises from her capture marred her ageless features.

You could officially sweat her, put her on the hot seat for all those extra angiograms she did.

Though sweat is mostly water, it is the small amount of protein and fatty acids in the apocrine sweat glands that gives armpit sweat that wonderful milky or yellow color.

I had the breasts of a woman, and very fine ones they were, too: shapely, upthrusting, ivory-skinned, with nicely large, fawn-colored areole around tumescent nipples, the whole array shining with sweat and a trickle meandering down the cleft between.

The familiar smell of lamp oil, leather and sweat enfolded him as he looked down on the sand-covered armory floor where he had spent so many years, first training to be a warrior, then proving over and over to his men that he was the best fighter in the pack.

Sweat and tax and graft the last dollar out of the damned asterites, and take it back to buy a penthouse and a mistress and the gout in Panama City.

Bobby could smell sweat and hear the heavy biff and baff of gloves on flesh.

Amys or Bair would probably have washed in it cold, though in fact they always took sweat baths.

Whether in a Siberian labor camp, or sweating in the Baku oil fields, or turned into an inhuman on the surface of Mars, his life was shit and it would stay that way until he could make it something else, until he could wrest his due from the oppressors.