Hi

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I just got back from Sunny Spain, but it was not all Sangria and sex as I had to get tough with a hit and run driver in the Court.  He had his day though and now he has to live with it and as for me well I managed to squeeze him for the cost of the trip and a few vino collapsos so now its back to the gym once Pentland unchains me from the desk...

Enough about me lets talk about the 153rd title from Argus.  THE RACIST, although I confess not had time to read yet... Just looking at the cover conjures up all kinds of fantasies and is sure to be a number one hit!!

Emily was leery of Black men, but didn't consider herself any more racist than any other typical English girl. Until that day at the shore, when she found herself surrounded by them with nothing to hide her slender young body but her tiny bikini. Hours later, dazed, her mind trying to cope with the cruel gang rape which she had experienced, she found her thoughts and emotions twisting into hatred of Black men. And yet, over the days and weeks which followed, her dark fantasies were filled with thoughts and memories of the gang rape she had experienced. Despite her hate, she found  herself placed in positions which made rape inevitable, and so she was raped and beaten, and gang raped in different circumstances by different Black men and gangs of Black men, and her hate for them grew as her lust grew in tandem with it. Yet there seemed no relief, for as much as she despised them she was almost unconsciously drawn to experience more humiliation and abuse at their hands.

“What’s your name, girl?” the man asked with a leer, his voice heavily accented.
She tried to ease past him but he stepped aside to block her.
“Don’t you want to tell us your name?”
“She’s a slut,” she heard one of the others say, his voice also accented.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll let you by,” the man said, stepping forward, forcing Emily to step back.

And congratulations to Simon Grail for breaking the 100 sales barrier with BONDMAIDS OF HARDRACK HALL

    I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman too...

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