“I should have told you to go to hell," I muttered.He smiled smugly. "I knew you wouldn't.""How?""Because women who are willing to cheat a little can always be talked into cheating a lot.”

“Because even though you're dating five other women, I think I'm cheating on you.”

“Want to go upstairs and play ball?""Now, you're talking. Naked basketball. Always my favorite.""Loser gets fucked first.""Jesus, Thursday, every time you set that rule you cheat.""What do you mean, I cheat? I usually lose.""That's exactly what I mean.”

“We cheated, you and me, and someone noticed. I noticed you; someone else noticed me. It hurts us. That's not so bad. So many people cheat. Everywhere on every level. Everyone's cheated. I'm just saying that you don't need to see yourself as a cheater. Because that's not who you are. You're someone who cheated. There's a difference, and you should try to get that difference, or that's who you'll grow up to be.”

“I never cheated. Always remember that. I wasn't with her until after we broke up.""You did cheat. You cheated with your heart. And to me that's a million times worse.”

“After you die, you're going to hell for being a dishonest bastard, and you'll burn for eternity."The guy snatched his hand back. "I don't believe in Hell.""Most people don't until they get there." Mab smiled at him. "Of course, if you stop lying and cheating, you can probably redeem yourself. If not, have them put marshmallows in your coffin. There's a bight side to everything, I always say.”