“He says, “Your husband fucked my wife.”We look at each other and this time it’s different. Now I know him.“My husband didn’t fuck your wife.” My voice is soft. Not amorous, but the tone of a bewildered child. “They had a relationship, then came home and fucked us.”

“He fucked my wife!" George wailed. "He ruined my life!""Your wife was a goddamn whore!”

“Hell, your kid is fucking my wife, and your wife is fucking me. [...]Not that she's any good, Zane said, looking at Georgia, and when she made a little cry of protest, he added, Hell Georgia, even Jell-O moves when you eat it.”

“They had known each other intimately, as husband and wife, countless times, He had held her with tenderness and passion, but never with such rampant wildness.”

“Keep driving," said a soft voice in my ear. "She will not bite if you keep driving."Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking Captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour de Fuck.”

“You fucked my wife,’ said David, the words coming from his mouth before he realised how pathetic they sounded.‘I’ve fucked a lot of men’s wives, David.’ Pause. ‘But none was in more need than yours.”