There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.

...you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread." "Not necessarily. ... You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while.

I looked at the canine companion. “Me cookies. You stay.

I would not leave you. I'll be there. Wherever you want 'there' to be.

Sh!t. F_ck sh!t.'.... 'Sh!t f_ck would have also been accepted.

I dropped all the guards. All the leashes, all the chains, everything that ever restrained me through the discipline and fear of discovery, I let it all go. No need to hide.

What's that?" "That's my attack poodle.