“I am sorry the only outlet for her troubled mind was in clumsy foreplay with an inadequate partner."He threw the rest of her sandwich at the swinging door as she passed through it.”

“I tell her how sorry I am, and as I speak my words feel inadequate and pathetic.”

“She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through....”

“He wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.”

“Gregory,” she said, “you cannot leave me here. What if someone finds you and removes you from the house? Who will know I am here? And what if…and what if…and then what if…”He smiled, enjoying her officiousness too much to actually listen to her words. She was definitely herself again.“When this is all over,” he said, “I shall bring you a sandwich.”That stopped her short. “A sandwich? A sandwich?”

“Oh God, Reid," she panted. "What are we doing? This is crazy." "No," he argued, biting her earlobe and making her gasp from the strange pleasure-pain she was only beginning to learn about. "This is foreplay.”