“Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon.She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?”

“Why don't you go get in bed?" I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?" He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.”

“He looked down and did something quite out of character for him: he took hold of Shmuel's tiny hand in his and squeezed it tightly."You're my best friend, Shmuel," he said. "My best friend for life.”

“And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.”

“I walked around him, champagne in hand. Great feeling.-Give me a flash, he said – just a little quick… I flashed opened the coat as I strolled by. He exhaled with a sigh- O, he said, Please Again.This time I stood squarely in front of him. He was sitting on the beautiful new over stuffed chair, and swung the coat open, all the way open. And then slowly closed it, and walked away, hips and heels swaying away from him.I could hear the groan. God, this was powerful.He came up behind me and slid his hand down over the fur, the softness, silkiness of the lining flowed over my naked body, a caress on every inch of my flesh –umm indeed.Now he was sliding his hands up my legs and under the coat.-Aah,Aah not yet, I said and pulled away from him.He moaned again – Please, he said…”

“He leaned over, putting his hand on my face, and tracing my cheek with his thumb. “I will always take care of you.” –Caeden to Sophie”