She did not want to be that woman - the one of whom they spoke. She had never planned to be that woman. Somehow, it had happened, however...somehow, she had lost her way and, without realizing it, she had chosen this staid, boring life instead of a different, more adventurous one.

And... as long as they need me, it's easier to forget that I am alone.

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

I do not traditionally speak ill of women, but your governess is a cabbagehead

Men are not nearly as evolved as women are, nor as intelligent, evidently

You must be mistaken," Isabel said, unconcerned by the insult that the words carried. "I assure you i am not. Voluptas is nearly always portrayed wrapped in roses. If that were not enough, her faces confirms her identity." "You cannot tell a goddess from a face carved in marble," she scoffed. "You can tell Voluptas by her face." "I've never even heard of this goddess, and you know what she looks like?" "She is the goddess of sensual pleasure." Isabel's mouth fell open at the words. She could not think of a single thing to say in response. "Oh

Sometimes, love was not enough.