Private golf club for private urges
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Private golf club for private urges
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They fell upon the unwary traveller and dragged him with savage whoops and cries to the fire. There they bound him to a tree and danced around brandishing sticks and chanting wild songs. Then they cooked him in a cauldron over a blazing fire, and ate him. Ginger was the first traveller, then it was Henry’s turn, and then Douglas’s. Finally William was eaten, his dying groans arousing real admiration. Altogether being cannibals was jolly good fun.
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Apparently, the man romancing the nice young women on this cover is gay.
She was Hollywood… She was sex… She was gone — really gone. Why would a movie queen do a disappearing act when she could make a killing at home?
Jim sipped the wild honey of infidelity in the arms of his neighbor’s wife
From the back:
Having an attractive wife did not keep Jim from thinking about how pleasant it would be to sample his neighbor’s wife. When his chance came, Jim took more than a sample—once he had tasted the wild honey of infidelity he could not get enough. No woman in the neighborhood was safe from this sex-obsessed man. But then came Gloria, the beautiful visitor, and in one tumultuous act of lust and violence Jim learned the high price of wild honey.
By Hank Janson: Best of Tough Gangster Story Authors
She had time on her hands — and men on her mind!
I knew what a girl had to do to join the gang. Who cares — eventually they’d have raped me anyway.
I am getting a lot more use out of the “Helpless Women” tag than I ever expected, and I expected to use it a lot.
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