“she never even wore stockings; just those bullet proof tights that you see on old maids.”

“She wears those old fashioned pj's like body armour. Going to bed these days is like wresting with Kevlar.”

“Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.”

“Until she walked into my life I was simply a violin of rusted notes. In one night she rearranged the mess inside me, exposing the symphony was there all along it just needed a conductor to make my pulse compose to the harmonies of her celestial touch. Those notes are strung up neatly now, the five lines of the stave crammed with adulation, filling sheets, unleashing a sonata of adoration, drumming my heart and strumming my veins.”

“Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.”

“She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it out, watching the prone woman bend subconsciously in prostrate worship. She knows who I am or she wouldn't do that.”

“I've known you forever, and you are only just remembering me.”