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...Total Woman is instructed to be ready for intercourse every night for a week, to try to seduce her husband in an unlikely spot like under the dining-room table or in the hammock. "He may say, 'We don't have a hammock.' You can reply, 'Oh, darling, I forgot!' If you are creative and imaginative, he'll love you for it." She should also try to greet her man at the door in "an outrageously sexy outfit." (The children get a kick out of this too, says Morgan.) One Southern Baptist woman wore...
...hammock filled with thorns...
...husband died fifteen years ago, and her son died eight months ago. She doesn't get on with her daughter-in-law next door. She invites you into her dark room and hands you some tiny nuts to eat. A grandchild or great-grandchild swings in a makeshift hammock attached to the ceiling over...
This, in his own words, is the story of David Alan Kepesh, a 38-year-old lecturer in comparative literature, who, between midnight and 4 a.m. on Feb. 18, 1971, turned into a sightless, 6-ft., 155-lb. female breast. "At one of my ends," says Kepesh from his hammock in a New York hospital, "I am rounded off like a watermelon; at the other I terminate in a nipple, cylindrical in shape, projecting five inches from my 'body...
Immobile in his special hammock, fed through tubes and benevolently cared for, he receives only a few close visitors. Kepesh is the ideal erogenous zone. In addition to having some sort of organs of speech and hearing, the Breast is capable of unlimited sexual excitement. Nurses massage it; the girl friend caresses it-although always a step behind Kepesh's erotic imagination. A graduate of five years of psychoanalysis, he seems to have become the literal embodiment of the Hefnerian dream. In fact, Kepesh is the King Midas of sex. "Beware fanciful desires," he warns. "You may get lucky...