I am a writer, a novelist, I have sold some stories to the movies and TV and, while I am not in the same league as Sorkin or Clancy, I make a comforta...le living. I got divorced when my children moved out of the house, there was nothing holding us together, and the sex was either lousy or nonexistent. I moved west, picked up 400 acres with a private lake, and went about my writing in privacy. I did not even realize that I was lonely until I met Miss Eve at a reading that I did. Miss Eve was. I was abroad for a few days and I am glad it kept me from writing to you sooner. I would have embarrassed myself (and you) even more than this letter will."I understand by now that what I saw in you was fundamentally wrong. It made me expect things that were never there. I thought you cared, but why would you? To you it was all just exotic fun. You are at the Club to surf the surface and escape the naggings of reality. You never planned on getting emotionally involved. How could I have been so. I had just joined the university Feminist Society and so had Afroza.I immediately challenged her."Isn't wearing a hijab a sign of submission to the patriarchy of Islam?" It is my choice to wear a hijab and not your role as a male to dictatewhat I can and can't wear. You should try wearing a niqab, Nick, orburka before criticising my choice of clothing." Men don't dress like that, and talking of dress, isn't your miniskirtthe sort of length that would get you arrested in some Muslim. And again, before he finally slid off to the side onto his back.Darla fell back to the bed and sighed loudly. "So good," she breathed.A knock sounded at the door. Nora wiped her pussy-smeared face with the back of her hand and rolled from the bed. She glanced through the peephole and threw open the door."David, thank goodness. I'm in need. Hurry! Take off your clothes. I just licked your sister while Pops fucked me. They climaxed. I didn't."He grinned and kicked off his loafers. Just as David.