Sexual politics, mythology and obsession with the female rear collide in this pornographic fable.
I slept fitfully, mind full of images, half-formed dreams mixed with memories. I knew nothing of what lay beneath the city streets, so I tried not to fear it. But the faces stalked the bulkheads of my mind, harshly exposed and fuzzy, interspersed with abrupt stabs of static, as they had appeared on the television screen. My watch read just before seven when Alison gently stirred me. I came...Read On