Fasten your seat belts and get ready for some fetid and feverish conservative erotica at its finest.
Is it just me, or do the physical descriptions of the characters in this salacious little story dwell far more on "Ron Westlake" -- "imposing presence", "bulk", "6' 2", , "handsome hunk of a man", "respected by women, deferred to by men", "240 pounds" of sizzlin' swingin' meat (okay, that part was mine) than "Sue" -- "32 years old, an attractive mother of two with a happy, open expression"?
Anyway, never mind how it starts. I'm more interested in how it ends. This little tale of lust in the dust leaves us with Ron Westlake laughing as he tells Sue that he won her in a poker game. She's "incredulous", she can't believe it. He's laughing. Why is he laughing? Why is she incredulous?
Because Ron Westlake is gay, of course! It's the only possible ending that makes any sense.
UPDATE: Oh noooooo, the rest of the book is available for viewing. Link from Frank Frink in the comments.
(h/t The LuLu)
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