“.hello”

“She was flustered; he could see it in theway she kept twisting her fingers together. Did she think he was going to throw her downon the seat and rape her? After all, he was a renegade Indian, and capable of anything.Then again, the way she looked, maybe this was the most excitement she'd ever had.”

“She started to tell him so, but the words vanishedunsaid when he abruptly thrust his hands under her skirt, all the way to her waist. Marygave a startled shriek and jerked back, almost oversetting the chair. He glared at her, hiseyes like black ice."You don't have to worry," he snapped. "This is Saturday. I only rape on Tuesdays andThursdays.”

“Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?”

“She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe.”

“If you're looking for Mr. Perfect, you‟re going to spend your whole life being disappointed, because he doesn‟t exist. You have to get the best deal you can, but there will always be problems.”

“Okay, let me get a pen." There were rustling noises. "I can't find one." More noises. "Okay,shoot.""You found a pen?""No, but I have a can of Cheez Whiz. I'll write your number on the counter with it, then find a pen and copy it."Jaine recited her number and listened to the spewing noise as Shelley Cheez-Whizzed it on her countertop.”