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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 for it is one of incest. 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 SALESLADY ENSLAVED — a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
“Hi, Mr. Sanders,” Angela said, feeling a bit awkward and silly.
She hadn’t realized it was going to be this difficult ringing doorbells, even those that belonged to her neighbors.
“Is Mrs. Sanders home?” she finally managed to force out, uncomfortable standing there with her sample case weighing down one arm. Why did a man have to answer the first door she had picked, even if it happened to be only next door?
Particularly next door, she corrected herself. Angela had always been a little frightened of her burly neighbor, who now stood in the doorway looking her over from head to toe.
“Why, Angela?” he growled.
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