Death and Sex

Everybody dies alone.
Everybody is born alone.
Everybody dreams alone.
Everybody lets there dinner get down a bit alone.
Everybody gets there haircut alone.
Everybody does a toilet alone.
Everybody does sudukos alone.

So that's death.

Now extracts from my new book 51 shades of grey (a shade greyer)

"...Paul walked in the room, he saw Karen, and then he did her up the wrongen.
In a sensative, understanding, romantic way, like women like.
Later Daren arrived at Sandras, and then, he smashed her back doors in. In a feeling, responsive, heartfelt way obviously. Then a bit later still, Karen, again went to Steves office, Then he did her right up the shitter, pulled out tugged him self off into his hand spat in it and rubbed it in her face, In an erotic, meaningfull poised, elegant way like what birds like. ..."

Good isn't it!