He was all too willing to assist. Quickly, he tore at her buttons, pulling apart her finely woven, expensive silk blouse like it was tissue paper, and...then reached down and let himself loose. In a frenzy of flesh and brawn she was down on her knees, determined to submit to the essence of this man—this man who’d no more than two minutes earlier been groveling to her about his long-unacknowledged obsession with such genuinely pitiful and heartfelt honesty that it lit her up like a gas lamp. She. He watched her out of the corner of one eye, amused, and gradually pushed the throttle up on the bulkhead next to him. As the throttle went up so did the power generated from the engines into the FTL Drive. The entire ship hummed louder and his seat shook a little. Viv yelped in surprise and then giggled before wiggling her bottom in the seat. “Oh, that feels good,” she said as she relaxed in the seat and grabbed the straps of the harness with both hands.A small smile creased his face as his. Gripping it fiercely, I spun around and stared directly into the face of the intruder; the blood draining from my face as I saw who it was. “My, my. Aren’t you forceful?” She purred. Disarmed by her words, stung by her mockery, I merely grimaced in return. Lucinda. The very epitome of my sweaty desire, the singular entity in this wretched world that actually provided some measure of relief from discontent stood before me. I lunged at her, gripping her face between my hands and kissing her. ***On to the Ultimate Secret: the Outline of Despair.This site has been designed along the lines of the Inferno's "CirclesOf Hell" (though, to save space, she has included only Seven Circles).Each circle is gleefully represented on the title page as either a linkor graphic. Even the sheer whiteness of the page surface is initiallydisarming. This is not a pure place, however. And, unwillingly, I mustbecome your guide through this nightmare:the Virgil--or Virgilia--to your Dante. However, rather.