Ana Lucia was in her forties, a vibrant and self-confident woman. They went down on to the dance floor and started moving to the beats of various song.... The third song was one of Alessandro’s and Andrea, a bit tipsy under the influence of alcohol and loud music, was ecstatic. She let her body get carried by his sexy voice and the rhythm of the song, laughing and singing along. The next song was also one of his and she couldn’t believe her luck. She found herself twisting and turning, allowing. .. She jumped then, startled as she heard Brother Bob's deep male voice speak, "Welcome dear Linda to the Shrine of Aphrodite That's what the old people called this room. The books we found told us about this room. How it was meant to show all the possible pleasures of the flesh. How do you like it my lovely Linda?"Linda was surprised at the image that ran through her mind. An image of Brother Bob, nude, a huge swollen prick standing out from his loins doing everything to her that the statues. You might have robbed the man blind, but at least now he'll have a fonder memory of the night.You slink away back into the crowds, and settle into a stall that sold food, you slipped out some of the notes you took, they all have pictures of famous landmarks of this planet, you slide the notes to the Brutish-looking orc behinds the counter, and point up to the picture over his right shoulder, or the mass of muscle that his right shoulder might live under.He grunts back at you and spoons up some. Yet, not wanting to stop the creative process, I continued writing. If nothing else, should I ever get this book published, I was now writing my sequel. Yet, being that I was a first time writer, I wanted to keep my novel more the length of a novella, 30 to 40-thousand words. Now, obviously inspired by my alone time, it was already over 80-thousand words and still growing with no end in sight. No publisher would touch a novel approaching the length of a Harry Potter book from an unpublished.