Together, like garden snakes, they contorted, moaned, gasped and throbbed . . . Ernie found what Cervantes and Milton had only sought. He thought the fillings in his teeth would melt.
Naked Came the Stranger, by Penelope Ashe
Moaning garden snakes? Melted fillings? Cervantes and Milton! What is this nonsense? And just who is this Penelope Ashe, anyway? Until last week, she was a "demure Long Island housewife" seen stroking her Afghan hound on the book jacket of Naked Came the Stranger. Dutifully, à la Jacqueline Susann, she made the rounds of radio and...
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