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It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness—a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
THE SECRETARY EATS OUT—a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us—and the extremes to which it may drive us.
Kimberly Alston sat in a stall in the women’s room, just down the hall from New Frontiers Advertising Agency, wondering what the future might bring. She was the new secretary in the pool. New to the agency and new to the town of Clayton, population 50,000. And somewhere in those fifty-thousands she hoped to find a man. A new lover?
“Perhaps,” she groaned to herself as she sat idly running her fingertips over the throbbing lips of her cunt.
But did she really care about a new lover? She’d had a whole slew of disappointing love affairs in her twenty-five years of existence. Well, now, she had a new job and town to conquer. She decided for the moment that the only thing that mattered, that really counted, was her cunt. It was a hungry love-canal that needed her fingers and not her mind. It had a mind and need of its own. She had a date with Steve Parker in the evening, one of the agency’s junior partners, and she was determined to get some good old-fashioned loving.
She needed it.
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