“I was ripe ten years ago. Now I’m merely preserved, and before long I’ll be buried back in the orchard with the other pits.”
(Amanda Briars to Jack Devlin)
“It has to be now,” he insisted, a flick of amusement in his voice. He nudged his burgeoning loins against her. “After all, you can’t allow me to go around like this all day.”
“From what I’ve learned so far, this is your natural condition,” came her pert reply.
(Amanda Briars and Jack Devlin)