From the soon to be re-released Johnny Paradise:
Splash after splash caused the grass to glisten, as puddles formed in the shallows on my tree-lined street. It wasn't exactly a World War, but combatants poured in from blocks away to join a fray that left many soaked down to their Fruit of the Looms.
"I love you," she whispered into my ear, before surprising me with her tongue, which took my breath away. Speechless, our hug became a lasting embrace with her perky breasts planted firmly against my heaving chest.
Like a junkie in need of a fix, I forced yet another spoonful of pudding into my mouth and choked it down. A sharp pain took me by surprise when it hit bottom. My stomach convulsed. My chest burned like fire. My heart shockingly stopped and my intestines blew. I was in full panic mode, desperately trying to catch my last breath when I felt myself slipping away to a place I'd never been before. A dark place without boundaries, and yet the limitations were endless.
Ma chuckled, too. "Johnny Boy looks big ‘n’ strong," she said. "Hopefully we can get a few good days work out of him, before Martha guts him with her knife."