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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.
EVERY GUEST WAS GOOD — a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The storm struck with a sudden and savage fury.
It was a freak storm, unpredicted and unexpected, and it was going to have a profound effect on the lives of several people who had been strangers before the storm, but who would be thrown into intimate circumstances by it.
Anna and Richard Wellington were in their car, driving home from an evening at the Riverview Inn.
Claire and Jason Curtis were still at the Riverview Inn, slow-dancing to the jukebox.
Their sexy teenaged daughter, Barbara, was entertaining her boyfriend, Nick Hannible, at home, taking advantage of her parents’ absence.
The links between these various people were only circumstantial up until the moment when the storm began to rage with an abrupt fury.
But those links were going to become far more concrete in a very short time.
Anna and Richard were going home to fuck.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.