“I bit a pillow. Or two.”

“Why am I covered in feathers?""I bit a pillow, or two.”

“Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused. He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two...”

“I seen too many you guys. If you had two bits in the worl', why you'd be in gettin' two shots of corn with it and suckin' the bottom of the glass.”

“A bit beyond perception's reach I sometimes believe I see that life is two locked boxes each containing the other’s key.”

“A knife!" I yelled, still brandishing my pillow. "Jim, I command you to get me a gelding knife. If this guywants to be a stallion—"He dissolved in a flurry of white smoke even before I could finish the sentence.Ha! Victorious again!"Yeah," Jim drawled while I remade the bed and fluffed up my pillows. "Aisling, two; sexy, naked menwho just want to give her the pleasure of a lifetime with no commitment, zero.”