“You're not driving home if it's late, though. I am accustomed to dropping my women off at their door," he snickered because he knew she'd blush and he wanted her to, "and sometimes I put them to bed.”

“Touch me." He instructed as he lifted her hands and placed them on his chest, "See, I am just Alfonzo. I'm human, not the boogey-man," then he smiled reassuringly...”

“He sighed, Selange was perplexing, and an adulterous prude seemed a contradictory term. She had a fierce spirit one minute and the next she cried like a baby. Damn, he missed her silly ass. [Right now, he could see so damn clear--he wanted the crybaby-fierce adulterous prude in his arms--He loved this goddamn woman. Period. End of story!]”

“Love is always a battle.”

“Ah, you dumb sonovabitch, why’d you let your warrior go?”

“Haste represented youth's infirmity.”

“Want some help with help with that stick in your ass, love?" "No. It's quite comfortable, thank you.""It should be. It's been in there for years." Nix winked at Will. "I hope you'll forgive my wife. She's a bit antisocial.""And water's a bit wet.”