But as early as the Lima Sheraton or the airport—after returning from Machu Picchu—and certainly by Hawaii—she detected a change in their lovemaking. His throat never again rasped with quite the naked, helpless, desolate rawness of Machu Picchu, when, locked together, they overlooked the Urubamba River and he came inside her...
The hard, rasping kind of gasp that once rattled around his throat at Machu Picchu was by Hong Kong an easy, honey smooth sigh of sheerest satisfaction. And he was back in control.
But, God, could it have been as early as the Lima Sheraton?
Surely not!
God, God, surely not!
No...Nature surely cannot be that cruel, so unfeeling, that ruthless. Is pitiable man cursed and condemned to this? Pitiable, pitiable man.
Bored aleady!
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.
