“Just ’cause I’m the picture of manly perfection doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain.”

“I’m in charge here, don’t forget it,” he stated. I nodded, mesmerized.”

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

“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.”

“I want you to be my old lady, babe. That’s all I have to offer. I’m a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I’ll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That’s everything I’ve got and it’s all yours if you’ll take it.”

“Gonna fuck you now.”“Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.”

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