He met her at her company’s picnic. They fell for each other and she moved in with him. She left him without telling him why or where she was going. She was gone for many months and returned with his baby in her arms.
She’s the moon. He’s a library assistant. The books moan, the lights flicker, and someone’s overdue for a cosmic orgasm. When Mona crashes into Earth in virginal human form and lands a job shelving steamy romances, she expects peace and quiet, not toe-curling sex in the stacks. But Theo’s got a barcoded smirk and hands that know how to file her under “needs it now.” It’s celestial chaos and steamy chemistry.
Not a widow and not unmarried, the lonely Maureen finds employment at a factory that subjects all female employees to activities of a carnal nature. She even progresses to the age-old trade of bartering flesh for coins. However, there is a happy ending.
A vindictive older woman manipulates her naive, young co-worker Christine into being strip-searched by plant security. Christine's petite body is displayed to the plant workers at shift change and then used by two black security guards.
Betty makes the faux pas of not wearing any undies when she wears her almost sheer ankle length dress that makes her look stark naked in the right angle of light. A client brings it to her attention after ogling her for hours from every angle and up close enough to touch. She does the only thing she can do to make a proper apology and drops down on all fours on the fluffy white carpet with the dress removed in complete submissive surrender to prove she was not a tease so many others.