"You…you got rid of that dress fast,"I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it.""I do like it,"he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it."And then he took me to the bed."
"How do you feel right now?""I hurt like hell.""You'll feel worse tomorrow.""So?""So, better get a jump on this while you still feel...not as bad.""What kind of logic is that?"I retorted."
"I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It's not a big deal."Anger replaced my fear. I didn't like being treated like a child. "Stop calling me that. You don't even know what you're talking about.""Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R.S.S.R. last year."
"Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes."
"Smiling, I cut across the quadrangle toward the commons. I felt better about life than I had in a very long time. We could do this, Lissa and me. We could do this together."
"I had a standing agreement with god. I'd agree to believe in him, barely, so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays."