The greatest, most important talent a woman could have was to fake her orgasms easily, constantly, convincingly. And forever.
Well, that she has always known.
Fake easily, constantly, convincingly...Yes, she had the talent. But forever?
Yes, yes...well, actually, no.
She overplayed her hand, misplayed her stupid, stubborn M. She has made a mistake. But, dear God, has any woman existed who had the patience necessary to forever massage that stupid, fragile incessant thing that was male ego? Without just once, or twice, or more, delivering a well earned, sharp kick into that stupid male crotch/brain? Has there ever been, was there, any woman--alive or dead?
Obviously, should such a one exist, she did not qualify.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
