Quote #557
Carlotta lay on the mound of pillows strewn about the floor of the
poolhouse back arched and head thrown back, screaming the name of the only
man who had ever taken her to the pinnacle of unbridled ecstasy, the only
man with whom she had experienced the overwhelming rush of carnal
electricity - unfortunately not the man who now peered up at her from the
tangle of hastily discarded clothing with the sullen and quizzical visage of
a calf looking at a new gate....
Quote #563
Her low-cut, revealing gown was black - black like her hea although not
really because everyone knows that a heart is just an internal organ whose
natural pigment is pink just like the lungs, except, of course, for the
lungs of a long-time smoker which may be as black as her low-cut, revealing
gown....
