“Slim and neatly groomed, he looked like a really sexy mathematician unaware that he was a prime number. I wanted to unbutton his shirt, muss his hair, and exclaim, "Good heavens, Professor Dracula, you're stunning!”

“I used a light hand with my makeup because I wanted to look good without looking like a good time.”

“I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn’t understand,because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.”

“He was muttering now and I could barely make out his words. "I'm going to die without ever feeling a woman's tits.""Go ahead," I said. It was about time I used the power of my chichis for good and not for evil.”

“I said his name softly to myself. Lucky. Lucian Radcliffe. His name must come from the Latin lucianus, meaning light, and that's what he was, golden and bright.I didn't care what Jack's name meant. Probably Jackass.”

“A very ladylike bosom,” she said, approvingly.“There’s nothing there,” I complained.The clerk grinned. “I have been fitting bras for twenty-five years and noone ever thinks her breasts are good enough,” she said. “You’ll save yourself alot of unhappiness if you accept and enjoy what you have. Neat little breasts arevery chic.”

“Jane, this young man is Jacob, my oldest son. It’s no secret that aheadmistress’s biggest challenge is her family. Jacob, say hello to Jane.”“Hello to Jane,” he parroted, pulling out the pockets of his shorts in a sillycurtsey.I couldn’t decide if it was the dumbest thing I’d ever seen, or the funniest,so I stared back at him.”