Some excerpts... you decide...
Mauri lifted himself up across the dune to be kneeling, facing Sean. The black bristles, new growth on Mauri's chin, were now less than an elbow-length away from Sean's face. He could see the rider's calloused hand tugging........Mauri's other hand moved to explore Sean, the mischievous grin on Mauri's face not shifting.
In one movement, Moira sat amongst us, her bra swinging under one armpit, her shirt hanging around her neck.
'What an artist, my surgeon! Sean pleased too...only took one day.'
Ritchie sat staring, my kick under the table missing. Moira sat posing, waiting for confirmation from Ritchie. And the time it took seemed endless.
But it was Sean who broke the silence, his hand moving around Moira's shoulder, covering her red-raw scalpel-tracked skin with her clothes. 'And we would not want to lose her now', he smiled.
...your partner, Mauri, does not see you as he saw you before his addiction to pornographic images. His dependence is on unrealistisc caricatures of women and behaviours as presented by hard core pornography.
Interesting? I think so. Some readers e-mailed me to say that they forgot to get off at their train stop because they were so involved in the book. Another said that it stopped her doing her house work...great recommendation I think...she couldn't put it down! Sooo.......
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