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This mysterious man appeared more than once in scene suggestions from readers. It seemed like every time I put Jonah in a coffee shop or a restaurant, someone was asking him advice about women.
A Literary Perusal
April, 2nd.
Jonah and Leticia in a car.
I threw the Alfa Romeo into a tight corner and the car’s tires squealed in protest. I dropped down through the gears, dancing heel and toe on the pedals, then as the car came out of the corner, I pressed my foot flat to the floor and the car leaped forward. The grey ribbon of tarmac snaked ahead, winding its way high into the mountains.
I glanced across at Leticia. She was sitting quite still, with her hands pressed between her thighs, her knees together, staring fixedly through the windscreen as the scenery flashed by in a blur. She has a distant, delighted look on her face, and a reckless sparkle in her eyes. The color was high on her cheeks and as she turned her face to mine, she gave a nervous whoop of laughter.
“My God!” she breathed. “This is thrilling! Go faster!”
I grinned. A blind corner leaped out, and I punched my way back down through the gears, my touch light on the wheel. The car dipped as I braked suddenly, and then skidded across the road, and into the path of an oncoming truck…
A Literary Perusal
April, 2nd.
Leticia and Jonah undressing each other.
Leticia reached impulsively for the buttons of my shirt, but I trapped her hands and held them tight. “No,” I said softly.
I felt tension creep into her fingers. I smiled down into her eyes. “Let me undress you first,” I said.
I let go of Leticia’s hands and they fell to her side. I ran my hand down the soft perfect skin of her cheek.
“Undressing a woman for the first time is something very special,” I said softly as I deftly unfastened the top button on her blouse. “It is an exquisite moment that can never be repeated, so it needs to be enjoyed.” Her blouse fell open to my fingers, gaping apart like a silken curtain so that I could see the lace cups of her bra.
“Undressing a woman for the first time is like opening a bottle of 1811 Napoleon Brandy,” I went on in a whisper. “It is something to be savored: you need to delight in the moment, draw it out so that is becomes an unforgettable instant. The textures, scents, aromas of a woman’s body are delights that a man should gloat over and take great joy in, because there is nothing as sensual and soft and arousing as a woman in the hands of a skilled man.”
I peeled Leticia’s blouse from her shoulders and she stood before me, breathing in ragged little gasps…
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2nd.
Jason Luke finds a fan at his desk reading book 2 on his computer.
It was a real dungeon door – a real one built by a local carpenter. Jason Luke pushed the heavy door open… and froze at the threshold of his office. There was a woman sitting behind his desk. She was blonde, maybe thirty years old. She had long hair that cascaded down across her shoulders. She was sitting in his chair, leaning attentively over his laptop so the author could see the deep cleft of her cleavage.
“Who are you?” the author asked quite calmly. He had never seen the woman before. She looked up in alarm – swung herself round in the chair like a startled gazelle. The woman got out of the chair. She had long brown legs beneath a skirt that was too short.
“I’m Debbie,” the woman said anxiously.
“And what are you doing?”
The woman looked guilty. “I’m looking for the sequel to IwaM on your computer. I want to know what happens in the story.”
“So you broke in?” Jason Luke made a mental note to have the locks changed. He stayed in the doorway – came no closer to the woman.
She nodded. “I’m a fan of Jonah. I wanted to know if he was going to live through the sequel. I want a happy-ever-after. I was getting worried. I read your interviews…”
Jason Luke nodded – but he wasn’t happy. He studied the woman carefully. “I can’t tell you what is going to happen,” the man confessed. “I still haven’t started on the book.”
The woman smiled suddenly, like she was pleased. “Good,” she said, with a breath of relief. And then she hitched up her skirt until it was high around her waist, and revealed a snub-nosed pistol, strapped to her upper thigh. She aimed the weapon at the writer. “Then take a seat, jerkweed,” she snarled. “You’re going to tell the story the way us readers want it told. You start typing… I’ll tell you what is going to happen.”
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2nd.
Jonah at an office meeting thinking of Sherry.
“What are you thinking about?” Leticia asked softly.
I blinked. It was a meeting with Leticia and her editors at the newspaper about another series of articles. And here I was, my mind drifting…
“I was thinking about Sherry,” I confessed. At another time I had been on the other side of a desk just like this, as a publisher, and Sherry had been my secretary.
I thought about Sherry a lot. She had been the most perfect, the most wonderful lover of my life. Not just of the women I had spoken about in the first interview – Sherry had been the best of them all…
“Why?” Leticia asked, covering her mouth and keeping her voice low. “Why are you thinking about her?”
“Because she is the kind of woman who is hard to forget – the kind of woman that every man dreams of meeting. She was the lover who thrilled me more than any other…” I explained.
Leticia looked crestfallen – injured. “What about me…?” she asked.
I smiled, and then winked. “You and I haven’t slept together – yet,” I said.
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2nd.
Jonah and Leticia on the top of a Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel reached the top of its turn… and then stopped.
The carriage Leticia and I were perched in rocked gently from side to side at the sudden brake, and then a soft summer breeze brushed warm against my cheek.
Leticia clutched at my hand. “What do we do now?” she asked, and there was a fleeting look of panic in her eyes.
I shrugged. “Nothing too strenuous!” I laughed. “But we’re certainly not going to waste the opportunity.”
Leticia looked puzzled for an instant, and then I leaned close and kissed her passionately. I kissed her with a fierce hunger that took her breath away and left us both panting. I felt her tremble. I slid my hand down until it was resting on her thigh. I could feel her shaking beneath the woolen material of her skirt.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said firmly, but my tone soothing and gentle.
Leticia pulled back from me and searched my face. Then she bowed her head, closed her eyes… and her thighs fell open to my touch.
“Good girl,” I said. I slid my hand beneath the hem of her skirt until I could feel the fabric of her panties and the heat that radiated through the gossamer silk. “Keep your eyes closed… and let your imagination run wild!”
Chicks Controlled by Books
April, 2nd.
/> Jonah and Leticia playing twister.
“It’s a children’s game,” I said sternly, “and I don’t play games.”
Leticia set the Twister mat out on the floor, and then pouted at me. She folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head to the side as though she were trying to see me in some different light.
“Sometimes you need to relax, Jonah. Twister is fun for all ages. It even says so on the box!”
I made a face. There was no way I was going to play a game for kids. At least not in the way Leticia expected.
Leticia spun a little dial and then looked at me. “I have to put my left hand on the yellow spot,” she said. She completed the move and looked up at me hopefully. She was bent at the waist like she was touching her toes. “Now it’s your turn.”
I crossed the floor, stood beside the mat. I picked up the little cardboard dial and crouched down until I was at Leticia’s eye level. I spun the wheel. “It says I have to put my hand on the pink spot….” I said meaningfully. I arched my eyebrows and a slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips.
Leticia shot me a wary glance. “There is no pink spot,” she said.
“Not on the board, there isn’t…” I said softly.
A note from Jason:
Twister?
By the time this scene suggestion appeared I was nearing the end of the tour. The ideas from readers were becoming crazier - and this may have been the craziest suggestion of them all. I chose the suggestion before I had any idea what I was going to write. At the last possible instant when I knew I had to wrap the scene up because of time limitations, I came up with a clever twister twist.
