“Didn't anyone tell you that size doesn't matter?""Yes, but I told him to put his pants back on and go home.”

“Anyone who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives.”

“I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.”

“Do you think he would?""I think he'd give his left nut to get in your pants.""Very nice," I told him. "So elegantly put."Dan laughed and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck again. "Yes, Elle, I think Jack would love to fuck you.”

“But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him.“That doesn't matter.”“What does?” I asked, after a little while.“Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.”

“I don't want to go back into that dressing room and take off my boots and my pants and start putting on jeans only to discover that the ones you brought me are all too tight, and then when I ask for the next size up, be informed that they're the biggest size you carry. I can't take that today. Seriously, I'll blow my head off. So look at me, look at my ass, look at my gut, take it all in, and then tell me honestly if you anticipate we're going to have a problem.”