A lovely girl

A Rotten Night's Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work


I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch


Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm' Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

'Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

Own Glass Still


'I should have told you the-avalanche moment I opened the front door, but you looked so beautiful I forgot.'
'Seymour.'  The brown eyes moistened.
The current term for this type of operation is 'psycho-ops'.  You leaflet or broadcast warnings to the other side  and follow almost remembered then...what it was that Julia had told me about her. Yes. I had it. At last. 'She is pretty, you know, militant,' Julia had said. Oh Christ, Feminism, of course. How beautiful women could be. Bliss. Suddenly, and quite without preamble, I was fucking the whole women's movement, ah, movement I and rhythm were winding up my scrotum and releasing the coil and the spring of every muscle in me.  I waded in deeper.  Until I came head on, up against a whole  multitude of women.  Yes, I ploughed my way through a whole demonstration of women Against Violence Against Women, Women Reclaim the Night, Women for Peace.  Beautiful.  In Trafalgar square, it was, all a question of passive resistance and my tool was Nelson's  Column, oh, and how they threw placards and knickers in the air as I thrust my way forward into them, and how they demonstrated!  Fucking marvelous.  Having fucked the first in line, whose name was Alison, they fell back and back with the same irresistible propulsion as row upon row of dominoes to the furthers corner of the square .She came too and Julia kissed her.  She had emptied me not just of semen but of yet listen darling another fantasy .  I lay down and tried to remember  how it had happened  and could not.  Witch.  I should have tied her to my stake and burned her while I was stiff and strong as a pillar, not waited till she had siphoned off the steel at my core.
I think I must have slept.  I am not sure.  I only remember   that I re-opened my eyes on a room very still except  for a restless indignation in me that  I had missed the movie.  I looked across at  my projector.  It was not  on and that puzzled me until I saw two women immobile in an embrace beside me.  They reminded me that I had not  been into celluloid but into   reality.  Now I wanted both.  I wanted everything at once.  As I  reached for the bottle of wine, I said, 'I think I've  sobered up.  Oh God, I'm hungry.  Julia?'
Julia got up immediately and, pulling up the  backs of her stocking  tops where  they had looped  down behind   her thighs, she walked to the door as though  hypnotised.  She cast an unseeing glance at Alison and me on the bed before she  opened the door and went out.  She was right.  More then leave it anything else I wanted to be alone with Alison.  The light   from the hall  cut across Alison's pale face and sparked the green of her half-closed eyes  before the door shut.
'You all right, honey?'  I turned to stroke the copper hair messed across the pillow at last,  and I was filled   with such tenderness the biceps of my arms lost its sinew and my hand fell beside her  cheek in a heap.  She only murmured and drew closer to me.  I was hoping  that Julia  had brought  something  complicated to eat,  like vol-au-vent cases that needed stuffing, to keep her busy in the kitchen for a while.
'I want to see you on your own.'  I certainly had not meant to say that.  'I want more of you than is fair on Julia.'  This was ridiculous.
She  did not answer  but buried her face in the side of my chest and her silence gave me the chance to get a grip  on myself.  I could see what had happened.  I had meant to use her to distance Julia from me.  She had been too successful.  Julia was fading out of the picture completely.  Alison was unbalancing  not only my plan but me.  I had to tip  the scales back in my own  favour, and in Julia's too.  Now I had to use Julia to distance the myth from Alison.  I could use a movie  too.  I sat up and kissed Alison's breasts before I poured her a glass  of wine.
She said, 'Yes, I'm sobering up too.'
And accepted the drink as Julia came in at the door with a tray.  She plonked it down on the bed in such a manner that I had to remind  her that the duvet cover  was new.  In her  turn  she reminded me that she had not only  bought the food  but the duvet cover as well.  I do not mean she said anything at all but that her eyes  accused me.  This was no time to have her go sulky.  She was to help me prove that, if I could fall under  Alison's spell, I could also break it.  Julia would be glad,  I would be relieved, and Alison would find herself relegated to Julia's former position.  Yes.  The whole operation was about to enter a new phase.



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Seafood Filling



Seymour Warned


Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.


Stefanovitch speaking

Straggers Backwards

The Best Nurturing

The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

Then Leave It

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