Her Yellow Summer Dress
He raises his eyebrows as his hand moves up and down his impressive length. Really? So, that’s what he does when he strokes himself. How incredibly fascinating. I am so turned on. I slam the book onto the shelf so angrily that all the other overpriced trade paperback copies of the book fall to the floor. ‘That wasn’t very nice,’ says the man behind me. There’s that word again. Before I can turn around and shove the man away, he grabs my arms. ‘Don’t move,’ he growls. ‘Take your filthy...