Why is life so difficult for some people and not for others? Why do some people have to struggle so much?

Hardy Cates," I said, coming into the room, "you behave, or I'll step on your tube." The nurse seemed taken aback by my unsympathetic bedside manner. But Hardy's gaze met mine in a moment of bright, hot voltage, and he relaxed, reassured in a way that cooing sympathy could never have done. "That only works if it's a breathing tube," he told me.

Ah, there’s the governess voice. All stern and disapproving. It makes me feel like a naughty schoolboy.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most." ~ Hardy Cates

What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets." A grin rose to my lips. "At this stage I don't think Luke can see more than ten inches beyond his face." "That explains his lack of interest. I thought maybe he preferred Beethoven.

She was everything he'd ever wanted, beauty and fire arching against his despoiling hands.

His expression was infused with lust and adoration as he lowered his head to kiss her throat, his tongue venturing into the little spaces between the diamonds and round opals. “Why can’t you see yourself as I see you?” -Jack to Amanda