conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about em>New, York, Times</em with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'A Kiss Remembered'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Kiss Remembered
  This story reflects the trends and attitudes that were popular at that time, but its themes are eternal and universal. As in all romance fiction, the plot revolves around star-crossed lovers. There are moments of passion, anguish, and tenderness—all integral facets of falling in love.
  I very much enjoyed writing romances. They're optimistic in orientation and have a charm unique to any other form of fiction. If this is your first taste of it, please enjoy.
  She had purposely chosen a seat near the back of the classroom in order to study him without being obvious. It was remarkable how unchanged he was. Physically, the ten years since they'd seen one another had enhanced his masculine appeal. During his twenties he had held the promise of being a magnetic, virile man; in his thirties that promise had been realized.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: That set the pattern for the next two weeks. He never looked at her as if truly seeing her. On several occasions, she was tempted to contribute to the heated discussions he encouraged in the class, but she refrained. She could maintain this vigil of silence as long as he.
  One afternoon when she purposely arrived early in an attempt to force Grant to speak to her, she caught him in the company of Miss Zimmerman.
  The younger girl was perched on the corner of his desk in a most seductive and not at all subtle way. He was laughing up at her as he sat tilting his chair back on two legs, his feet propped on the corner of the desk close to her hip. Shelley gnashed her teeth in an effort to quell the temptation to kick the legs of his chair out from under him and to slap Miss Zimmerman resoundingly on her overrouged cheek.
  Her feet came to an abrupt halt, causing the student immediately behind her to bump into her. She toyed with the idea of ignoring the summons, but the other students had heard Grant address her. Besides, she didn't want to provide him with more fuel to ridicule her. Stiffening her spine and straightening her shoulders, she turned to meet his gray-green eyes.
  The stream of students leaving the classroom eddied around her as she stood stock-still and stared at him. What did he think she was, a puppet that danced when he pulled the right string? He hadn't spoken to her in weeks and now he was asking her to be his assistant.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: That set the pattern for the next two weeks. He never looked at her as if truly seeing her. On several occasions, she was tempted to contribute to the heated discussions he encouraged in the class, but she refrained. She could maintain this vigil of silence as long as he.
  One afternoon when she purposely arrived early in an attempt to force Grant to speak to her, she caught him in the company of Miss Zimmerman.
  The younger girl was perched on the corner of his desk in a most seductive and not at all subtle way. He was laughing up at her as he sat tilting his chair back on two legs, his feet propped on the corner of the desk close to her hip. Shelley gnashed her teeth in an effort to quell the temptation to kick the legs of his chair out from under him and to slap Miss Zimmerman resoundingly on her overrouged cheek.
  Her feet came to an abrupt halt, causing the student immediately behind her to bump into her. She toyed with the idea of ignoring the summons, but the other students had heard Grant address her. Besides, she didn't want to provide him with more fuel to ridicule her. Stiffening her spine and straightening her shoulders, she turned to meet his gray-green eyes.
  The stream of students leaving the classroom eddied around her as she stood stock-still and stared at him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He sighed her name as he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed, he came down beside her, facing her. She nuzzled her face against the crinkly dark hair on his chest. Her mouth moved seductively. Daintily she caressed him with her tongue.
  She lifted her head for the glory of his deep, plundering kiss. As ever, it robbed her of breath, of reason. The cords of her body began to vibrate like the strings of a finely tuned harp. She closed her lips around his tongue as it roamed her mouth, tasting her, gathering her essence and making it his.
  His hands cupped her breasts, lifting them and pressing them together. He lowered his head and praised the new dusky color of the sensitive nipples.
  Embedded deep inside her, he rocked them toward the sublime. "This is the way I first made love to you," he said. "Remember, Shelley?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He sighed her name as he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed, he came down beside her, facing her. She nuzzled her face against the crinkly dark hair on his chest. Her mouth moved seductively. Daintily she caressed him with her tongue.
  She lifted her head for the glory of his deep, plundering kiss. As ever, it robbed her of breath, of reason. The cords of her body began to vibrate like the strings of a finely tuned harp. She closed her lips around his tongue as it roamed her mouth, tasting her, gathering her essence and making it his.
  His hands cupped her breasts, lifting them and pressing them together. He lowered his head and praised the new dusky color of the sensitive nipples.
  Embedded deep inside her, he rocked them toward the sublime. "This is the way I first made love to you," he said.