Get back on the bike and tell me where to go."
"I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

“There was no lifeboat here in thesedeep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse,…”

“Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of you…”

“As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." …”

“Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay…”