“Hands on her shoulders, I noted. Fast, but not too fast or it's going to be over, fast. Keep your grunting to a minimum.”
“Before we know it, its all going to be over so fast. Too fast for us to even realize what was..”
“Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.”
“I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.”
“She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear,...”
“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.”