“He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...”

“By Gad,' exclaimed Welsh, 'I’d manage a nunnery for £500!''I daresay you would, but a suicidal, and possibly homicidal, lunatic isn’t a nunnery.'Welsh looked at his friend with diminished respect.”

“Oh fuck," he groaned, thrusting his cock harder against her. Grabbing her hips, he suddenly jerked her up and slid beneath her. "I want your pussy on my face." he said.~Slade”

“Many homicidal lunatics are very quiet, unassuming people. Delightful fellows.”

“I watched the edges of the leaves slowly unfold, fluttering in the breeze. "How long did you wait?" It would've been unbearably romantic if he'd had he courage to look into my face and say it, but instead, he dropped his eyes to the ground and scuffed his boot in the leaves- countless possibilities for happy days- on the ground. "I haven't stopped.”

“Oh, it's you," Curran's voice said quietly. "I thought it was an elephant.”