“I want to tell you a terrific story about oral contraception. I asked this girl to sleep with me and she said 'No.”

“I suppose you want me to stand out here on the street and tell you all about me and Mom's conversation?""Psh, no," she said. "I listened at the door.""That's my girl.”

“She asked me what type of contraceptive I use.Underwear. Keeping it on prevents pregnancy.”

“On this day I want to tell you about, which will be about a thousand years from now, there were a boy, a girl and a love story.”

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs.“Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.”

“What did your mother do?" he said."Sir?""When it was time for bed," said the King. "Tell me."The girls exchanged nervous glances. He was talking about Mother."She used to help the girls with their prayers," said Azalea, hesitant. "And-sometimes she would read stories."The King set the sword on the table, next to the vase."Very well," he said as the girls whispered to one another. "I will read you a story."The whispering stopped.”