In 1819, when King Francis I of Naples visited the Pompeii exhibition at the National Museum with his wife and daughter, he was so embarrassed by the erotic artwork that he decided to have it locked away in a secret cabinet, accessible only to "people of mature age and respected morals."
Well he would have shat an ox if he'd seen just one single sentence of the 'Whims Of Your Master' trilogy; in fact, It would make the plaster covered phallus of Priapus wilt at its explosive unabashed depictions of carnal desire.
I was struck blind after reading the first two instalments due to the insanely high levels of word-filth that Mr. Perry had projected into my mind's eye.
BUT CHRIST THAT DIDN'T STOP ME FROM ORDERING THIS ONE!
Thankfully I have a text to speech application on my computer. I'm a bit limited in the voices available as I can't afford to purchase a realistic sounding person voice - I'm not made of money! but I'm sure the prospect of this book being read aloud to me by a happy shopper Stephen Hawking will make the experience even more sexually charged.
I will listen, imagining that Mr. Hawking got the sack after his last big sum failed to impress the boffins at his work, and now, broken and destitute, he has to make ends meet by rolling the streets reading descriptions of ladies parts to paying customers, just so he can afford his calculators.
I'm off for a shower. Sort out a Braille version, and I'll give you 6 stars.