Swing me a song of sex.
UNFORGETTABLE! A FAST-PACED
MONEY AND MEN!
NOVEL THAT FOCUSES A BRILLIANT 
SPOTLIGHT ON A WOMAN’S
DRIVING NEEDS—FOR FAME
MONEY AND MEN!
 
She had the sweater off before I could say anything, and then all I said was: “Hey!” I didn’t even know what I meant. 

Because she was, believe me, all woman. 

She came away from the door, walking very slowly toward me, carrying herself tightly, swinging just a little, just enough. I felt myself start to sweat.

She put her hands over her head and her breasts darted out and her body began to move, slowly at first and then a little faster. There wasn’t any music, but she didn’t need music. She was her own tune and accompaniment.

Her hands moved down to the zipper on her skirt. Her feet kicked off her shoes. There were no stockings.

I don’t remember if I was breathing or not.

Barefoot, she moved closer and closer, dancing it. The skirt widened, fell to the floor; without effort, she stepped out of it.