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Chapter 7 Joe, on the defence. Joe was curious about the favour Lance was asking about, but forgot about it as he entered the office the next day. Peter was pacing around his office as joe sat at his desk and fired up his PC. Peter beckoned

..... My head drops, as euphoric sleep threatens to engulf me, transporting me into times long passed. Eyelids flicker, jaw twitches: I am back there, reliving youthful events - seeing visions of Angie, the insatiable Sally, and all my other girls for hire. 'My little mares' - The thoughts and visions produce a sigh. Unconsciously, one hand reaches to caress a nubile breast, and then slowly lowers, as memory morphs into another mental image. In indecent haste, each in turn flashes vividly by ' Patricia, who took my virginity, and the girls whose virginal cherries I plucked - the happy apparitions smile at me. I smile back, recalling sensuously their sexual expertise. My hand moves automatically to cover my stirring loins....

You'll see a great change in him, his sister said, allowing him to go first into the ward. She didn't say - specially since you haven't been here since last year - but it was implied. In the high side hospital bed, Brian's father appeared to be already dead. Waxen, bluish eyelids, sweeping glossy black eyebrows, fine prominent nose. He seemed his old handsome self again, spruced up, ready to meet his maker No longer the dishevelled, unkempt, unshaven, huddled bundle, chain smoking in front of the television, lost in the imaginary community he had come to rely on for company, resenting unwanted visitors who asked him silly questions during his favourite programmes

'He'd worked on the footplate for forty long years, he remembered the sweat and he remembered the tears, And he remembered the thrill of just being alive, with a full head of steam on an old Black Five;'

As their eyes got used to the dim violet light Wendy screamed. Patrick simply froze. ....They were in a large cargo hold. Just a few feet in front of them was the largest most terrifying creature they could ever imagine. It was looking right at them, and opened its fearsome mouth wide. Just then Grat's voice came through a speaker set in the wall. "Have no fear of the Sea Dragon; it is held secure inside a magna-cage. If you reach out you can feel the cage. It is like a one-way mirror. You can see inside, but the Dragon cannot see out. He carried on speaking and sounded as if he was working,

Be warned: It is absolutely raw. It is a 'no punches pulled' and 'just as it happened' frank record of one man's life. (And what a man). It is in no way reading suitable for minors, prudes, or the faint-hearted. Whilst the early pages mostly give an illuminating historical insight into life in England during the 1930's and 1940's for those country kids born into poverty, do not be lulled into any sense of security. As the story unfolds, the many explicit sex situations are so graphically described in some profusion, that the combined contents of the Karma Sutra, Marquis de Sade, James Joyce, and Arthur Miller's works pale into insignificance. This is 'hands on' and unexpurgated. The first part - 'Book One' ' is what many will consider a catalogue of evil. It is the biography of a youth hell bent on monetary gain and sexual self-gratification. And of the mostly teenage nymphomaniacs who formed his stable of call-girls, whores, and adult-show performers. He made the girls rich, and in doing so amassed a fortune of his own whilst still a teenager.

Another ugly Duckling I'm sure you all know about the little ugly duckling that grew to be a beautiful swan; well this is about a little girl all the other children thought was ugly:

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I'm unhappy. But why? This ... I do not know