“Oh,yes," he uttered hoarsely,savagely."There it is.The walls of your pussy...Shit,it's like an earthquake.Come for me,baby."~Gray Donohue”

“Because baby, I'm wild pussy and wild pussy can't be bought. Wild pussy doesn't like having pretty things thrown at it and being expected to do the samba on someone's cock in return. Wild pussy doesn't do deals. Wild pussy lives free and for itself and takes it however it likes it; on a bed, on a couch, on the hood of a car, in a bathroom stall or up against a wall in an alleyway and it laughs the entire time. I've known you for a while now Chase. I know you've never had wild pussy and I know you never will. Wild pussy doesn't fuck uptight cock. And it sure as hell doesn't like silk boxers”

“Oh yes. You’ve caught me. I confess. My sole purpose in life is to gleefully, willfully, maniacally destroy all of your precious chrome babies.”

“oh shit it's shit”

“It is a curiously moving experience, to hear 350 sailors uttering the words "Oh shit!" in eleven different languages.”

“Yes, it is cool, and I very much hope this baby likes me, he went on, because I think I'm already crazy about it, almost as much as I am about its mother.”