“When he saw her helpless and forlorn, there was a stirring in his loins.”

“Cut, cut, CUT! His lions started to stir. His lions, Narrator! This is a circus tragedy, not a Nuevo Erotic Romp!”

“What about swear words?”

“I wouldn’t test me if I were you, Sunshine.”

“Oh, BUM!”

This is perhaps Connell’s first and last ever foray into the steamy world of Erotic literature. He sometimes succumbs to character development, but always to the absurd.