“Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?”

“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.”

“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.”

“Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren’t gonna let me stick my dick in you,” he muttered. “Do you have to be so crude?” I snapped.“Have you met me?”

“I’ll be your old lady and I’ll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I’ll shoot you myself.”

“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!”