Michael Malone - Weebly

heiress had to choose among four handsome
millionaires after sleeping with one on his yacht in
Monte Carlo, with one in his penthouse suite on Sutton
Place, with one in his Learjet over Stockholm, and with
one in his diamond mine under Johannesburg. The
heroine couldn't bring herself to choose among them
until after she had modeled for some magazine covers,
been caught up in a Third World revolution, been nearly
raped by a guerrilla, exacted vengeance on the villain
who had sold out her father on the big merger, and
spent the night with a beautiful, lonely, famous lesbian.
Finally, on page 850, she had chosen the American.
Abernathy's secretary sighed; perhaps she would have
taken the Swedish industrial designer on the rebound,
overlooking a penchant of his for prepubescent boys
that was obviously intermittent anyhow, since no one
had even known about it until page 790.
"Your boss in, honey?"
"Yes, sir." What a dull job. Of course Mr.
Abernathy was in.
What else would he be doing? Certainly not off
entering the Grand Prix. She liked him, but couldn't