If She Kept Wondering About How Much

The Main Thing To Remember Is That Making Love Is At Onces The Silliest And The Most Sacred Act Humans Can Perform.

Now, I'm Not Very Vain. If I'd Ever Been, Making My Living Covered In Various Grease And Dirt Mixtures Would Have Cured Me Quickly. Still, I Wasn't Up To Facing Two Sexy Men When I Had One Eye Swollen Mostly Shut And Half Of My Face Black And Blue.

Mine. He Was Mine, And Not Even Death Would Take Him From Me—not If I Could Help It.

Mine, ... Mine Is What She Is.

Mmm, He Rumbled Into My Ear. I Thought That Being Married Meant That I Never Go To Bed Hungry.