At the same time the male was expelling what in fish is known as the milt.
"Hello, Milt," said a familiar voice as he reined Marc close to the step.
"I'll—I'll go home with you, if you want me to, 'stead of with Milt," she quavered.
Just hold on a minute and you'll see Milt Richardson pokin' along this way.
Milt scowled and looked as though he wished he hadn't said that.
Milt could control every muscle, every move and every reflex of his body.
As a Welterweight, Milt had learned to depend on speed and quick hands.
He slipped on his robe and he and Milt went to join the others in the TV studio.
As the warning buzzer sounded, Frankie felt Milt take control.
In the early rounds he was amazed at the extreme caution Milt was employing.
