“I got a question for you, gonna come over here and kiss me with those pretty lips?”

“As you get older the questions come down to two or three. How long have I got and what am I gonna do with the time I've got left?”

“Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.Good things come to those who wait.”

“I’d kiss you over and over because I love the taste of you, but I’d have to play with those pretty, pretty breasts. I’d suck and lick and maybe even bite a little. You don’t mind teeth, do you, Grace?”

“If you fuck this up, I’m gonna have to kill you,” Rory swore, leaning in to kiss him. “I’m not gonna fuck this up,” he promised as he met her lips in a hungry kiss.“Good.”

“I’m gonna sit here in my place on the hill behind the house. Waiting. And watching.And nothing moving down there.The valley look pretty bare in the snow. Just the house, gray and lonely down by the river all frozen. I got to think what I’m gonna do now that everyone gone.But I got my dog head on.The dog gonna tell me what to do. The dog gonna help me.The house look proper empty – don’t it, dog?”