She wanted to stay focused, one thing following sensibly upon another. There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past

it can't afford to be hard. it won't allow itself psychologically.

this is the woman you are inside the life. looking at you, what? i'm more excited than i've been since the first burning nights of adolescent frenzy. excited and confused. i look at you and feel an erection stirring even as the situation argues strenuously against it." _Eric Packer

i look at you. i know what you are. you are sloppy-bodied, smelly and wet. a woman who was born to sit trapped in a chair while a man tells her how much she excites him." _Eric Packer

it's there in your face, all of it, the way it rarely shows in any face. what do i see? something lazy, sexy and insatiable.

i like your mother. you have your mother's breasts.""her breasts.""great stand-up tits." he said

i want to eat lunch. you want to eat lunch. we're people in the world. we need to eat and talk."_Eric Packer

days like this. i look at you and feel electric. tell me you don't feel it too."_Eric Packer

You and I. We're here. So might as well.

holes are interesting. there are books about holes.