He Was A Secret Agent,

He Was A Secret Agent, And Still Alive Thanks To His Exact Attention To The Detail Of His Profession.

Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared Bond Saw Luck As A Woman, To Be Softly Wooed Or Brutally Ravaged, Never Pandered To Or Pursued. But He Was Honest Enough To Admit That He Had Never Yet Been Made To Suffer By Cards Or By Women. One Day, And He Accepted The Fact He Would Be Brought To His Knees By Love Or By Luck.

There Is Only One Recipe For A Best Seller And It Is A Very Simple One. You Have To Get The Reader To Turn Over The Page.

The Conventional Parabola--sentiment, The Touch Of The Hand, The Kiss, The Passionate Kiss, The Feel Of The Body, The Climax In The Bed, Then More Bed, Then Less Bed, Then The Boredom, The Tears And The Final Bitterness--was To Him Shameful And Hypocritical.

All Women Love Semi-rape. They Love To Be Taken.it Was His Sweet Brutality Against My Bruised Body That Made His Act Of Love So Piercingly Wonderful.