1998 M. Anthony Midnight Come 91: Harrison’s entrance felt not so much like slipping into familiar waters as doing a violent belly flop into a [...] brackish pool.at bellyflop, n.
1998 M. Anthony Midnight Come 173: Not unless, of course, our friend the wing commander had started kicking up dust about Jonathan carrying on with his daughter.at kick up (a) dust (v.) under dust, n.
1998 M. Anthony Midnight Come 172: It was only after I’d pressurized him over the cottage sale that Lambkin really flipped his lid.at flip one’s lid (v.) under lid, n.
1998 M. Anthony Midnight Come 157: Trying to get off with a bit of skirt, more like!at bit of skirt (n.) under skirt, n.