Ben

“It seemed to go on almost eternally- he would near climax, and the hand in the sponge-glove would slow, almost stop. Then it didn't stop but squeezed, loosened, squeezed again, until he came so strongly that he felt his eardrums bulge.
"My God," he said shakily when he could speak again. "Where did you learn that?"
"Girl scouts," she said primly”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

“Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.”
― Camille DeAngelis, Bones & All