“Horse: What do you think? Gotta go, church in a few Me: Church?!?? Didn’t peg you for a church kind of guy Horse: What we call a club meeting. I try to stay away from collection plates Me: Don’t get holy water in your beer!”

“Marie: So why are you called Horse?Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.”

“Marie's drunk texts:Marie: Horse, muss yuMarie: Why dont anser?Marie: Horse like yur name. Horsey. I'd like to rid u horsey, LOL. You sleeping? Or busy with someone?Marie: I know yur there. I bet you got a new gurl alredy. Screw you.Marie: Screw you and your slut. I hate you. Take yur club and shove it up yur ass I wudn't be yoor old lady for ten milion dollrs.”

“So why are you called Horse?” “Cause I’m hung like one,” he replied, smirking.”

“Apparently nice Horse would be joining me for dinner instead of his evil twin.”

“I’ve never ridden a bike before.”Horse leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. “Lookin’ forward to being your first, babe.”

“Someday,” he whispered softly in my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not until you’re ready for me… But someday I’m going to own all of you, Marie. You’re all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn’t give you up if I tried.”