“Did we make love today, Slate?”“We fucked baby. That is what you and I do. We fuck. And today we did it damn well.”

“I had just finished cleaning up after breakfast when my cell phone rang. The caller identification came across as ‘G-Man’? “Hello?” “Hey baby,” the soft, sexy voice said. “Slate?” “Who the fuck else would be calling you that?” “Did you program your number into my cell phone?” “Uhh, yeah - is that a problem?”

“What's 'TTYL'?" Trey asked coming up to me."Talk to you later," I said."Well excuse me; what the fuck did I do to piss you off?""No Trey," I started laughing. My alcohol consumption was giving me a very nice buzz. "TTYL are the first letter initials for the phrase: Talk To You Later.”

“So are we good then?” I raised my face up to his and we kissed. “Maybe,” I said, starting to feel better. “Only maybe?” He cocked an eyebrow at me, his eyes full of amusement. “How can I change that ‘maybe’ into a ‘definitely’?”

“And for the record, Tristan, this baby is yours. I will have DNA testing done just as soon as possible-""Gina - that is not necessary, baby," he interrupted, trying to quiet me."Let me finish, Tristan. I will have DNA testing done so that there is never any doubt. And when those results come in, I will personally have the pleasure of shoving them up your ass, do you understand?”

“What do two women friends usually do when they see each other? We talked, we watched television, we listened to music Sometimes we did nothing at all. It was a pleasure just to know the other one was there.”

“I rather like it when you take charge.”“You do?”“Of course; just as long as you only do it when I let you”