stuff....
It was in a brown paper wrapping, and though I'd ordered it through amazon.com, it was from a home address, somebody with a name. Thank-You was scrawled across the back of the package.
The title: The Sexual Life of Catherine M.
Like, the motherload of erotica. Some might call it porn.
I opened it with MG standing curiously over my shoulder, wondering who would send me a mystery package. That's what I get for forgetting to check the mail. Anyway, I'd forgotten I'd ordered that bombshell. So I was a little embarrassed.
"I ordered it because Amazon gave me a list of recommendations based on this book I ordered because K told me to..." Which is only half an excuse, considering the title pretty much indicates that the book is going to be about sex.
She was like, "Whatever, you and your dirty books."
Add this one to my collection.... of Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Nadjma (The Almond)...
Erica Jong...
And in my defense, Catherine M. enjoyed bestseller status in France.
Anyway, my ride is leaving.
Edit:
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What was I talking about?