We contrived to meet for a short time in the middle of the day, and she embraced me tenderly, with tears in her eyes, and looking so loving that my pa...sions became overexcited, and hers too. Notwithstanding the imprudence of the risk, we there and then had a most delightful and salacious fuck; and at night this charming woman allowed me full liberty to do anything I liked; and as often as nature would support us we revelled in a sea of lubricity. How often I cannot say, although my loved. I’d discuss this with Elyse and Julia on Monday morning. I looked at the clock and decided it was late enough in the morning to call Stephie. I checked the number in my address book and dialed. Jason answered.“She’s not doing so well,” he said quietly. “She’s asleep right now, but I can try to wake her.”“No,” I said. “Let her sleep. If she can, have her call me whenever she’s awake, no matter what time.”“Thanks. Steve, I need to tell you that there probably won’t be too many more phone calls.. I spent several months then, editing, unashamedly forcing it on writer friends to read, regular friends to read, and total strangers on writer boards. Everyone had different opinions of course, as people do, but all of them seemed to think it was pretty good, and I should probably try to do something with it. So I spent another year trying to sell it. Well nothing happened. And I can’t blame them, agents and publishers. It’s kind of a niche story, hard to market. It’s got too much sex for a. ”Jessie Harper felt a nudge against her arm as Bjorn gently roused her from the nice warm sleep she had drifted off into as the big Greyhound bus had hummed its way along the streets, roads and highways of central Georgia, USA.Jessie rubbed her eyes and yawned then looked at Bjorn Erikson and said, “Oh, sorry, Bjorn. I didn’t know I was slumped against your shoulder. That must have been uncomfortable for you.”Bjorn gave Jessie one of his lovely soft smiles that always sent Jessie’s heart into.