I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me.

You can’t keep her.” I know that. But I’m not ready to give her up just yet.

There’s always time for arguin’ when you’re a Fuentes.

A Mexican guy named Sam pushes Gary Frankel next to Isabel. "This guy can break your arm with one snap, asshole. Get out of my sight before I sic him on you," Sam says. Gary, who's wearing a coral shirt and white pants, growls to look tough. It doesn't work.

From the look of us, you'd never know we slept in the same bed last night and made out like the world was going to end if we stopped.

I've had more students die than I ever thought possible. My husband urges me to quit Fairfield and teach at some school without gang members who live their lives only to die or end up as drug dealers.

And while my mind is telling me I'm flirting with her just to prove a point, my body wants to play "you show me your perky privates and I'll show you mine.