AUTHOR'S CORNER;

A SAMPLE OF MY NEW NOVEL OUT ON 31st MAY 2013

CHAPTER ONE

     Said The Devil to Senora Elvita Fernandez, on a hot summer’s day, on the beaches of Marbella, ‘Doesn’t that man look delightful?’  Senora Elvita Fernandez looked across at the family man holidaying with his plump wife and two pale children.  ‘And look at his wife,’ said Diablo, as he smoothed his hand over his dark hair and licked his lips in mischief.  ‘Look at her, all dumpy and uncared for, she doesn't pay much attention to herself, poor cow!’  Senora Fernandez pondered on Diablo’s words and felt a surge of wanting rise through the pit of her stomach.  The Englishman in front of her shone and glistened in the sunshine, and his pink, reddened skin looked baby like and adorable.  His beer belly looked masculine, his blubbery thighs, appealing, and his ginger hair shone golden in the Spanish sun.  Elvita sighed heavily and reached for her cigarettes.  ‘He is beautiful, don’t you think?’ asked Diablo in a husky voice.  ‘I bet he’d like you,’ he coaxed.  He waited for a moment beside Elvita, and felt her temperature rise and read her thoughts (her dirty thoughts) and chuckled to himself, before going over to the Englishman.

     The Englishman was Jerome Cook, an ordinary man who worked in an estate agent, from north London on holiday with his wife, Lucy who was a part time librarian, and his two children, Poppy aged twelve and Peter aged ten.  There was nothing extraordinary about this family, nothing fancy or exciting.  In fact, Diablo thought them rather boring and drab, not the sinning type at all.  But that only made the challenge better and gave him a chance to practice his skills.  ‘Hey there old fellow,’ said Old Nick in a smooth voice, he sat to the left of Jerome Cook and rested his goat bearded chin upon his shoulder.  ‘I must say old chap, your wife is looking rather drab today, and a little embarrassing in that bikini, if you ask me.’  Jerome looked over at Lucy, who happened to be bent over, (bottom flung high in the air) helping Peter with his sand castle.  The insides of her thick white thighs rubbed together and left red marks along the edges.  Her belly hung unmercifully over the bikini bottoms and her breasts seemed hardly contained in that tiny little bra top.  She had red blotches on her body, and streaks of sweat running down her back.  Her curly brown hair seemed to curl tighter in the Spanish heat.  Her cheeks flushed red and her lips seemed to blister as she tried to endure the hot Spanish sun.  Jerome Cook looked at his wife and felt a dreaded feeling rise up in his chest.  Was that the woman he actually married?

    Old Nick changed sides and sat on the right of Jerome and tapped his shoulder with his long nailed finger.  ‘Look over there old boy, just there, yes to your left, isn’t she lovely?’ he referred to Senora Fernandez.  Elvita Fernandez looked magnificent in the sunlight, her bronzed body looked sculptured and fine detailed, her breasts stood unaided and firm beneath her yellow strapless dress, nipples just slightly poking the material.  Her long brown hair fell in waves and twirls upon her smooth, dainty shoulders.  She looked sophisticated as she put the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag and blew a cloud of smoke out, clouding her face, so that her beautiful features could merely be detected from between clouds of smoky mist.  Jerome swallowed hard as he felt his buttocks tighten and his chest swell, a familiar (yet so missed) feeling of arousal overtook him and his swimming trunks seemed to tingle somewhat!  ‘Those eyes, those lips,’ said Old Nick as he breathed heavily for maximum effect, ‘one could die for those lips, ah to have a woman such as her, how lucky would a man be?’  Jerome squinted his eyes and scrunched up his face, to get better focus on this Spanish beauty.  Senora Fernandez noticed this and blew smoke in the air, and flicked her hair away from her face and smiled.  ‘Look!’ said Lucifer feeling his own power rise up in his being.  ‘Look at how she smiles at you, look at how she wants you!  Look at how she blows smoke in your direction, she means to entice you my friend!  Ah, but such a shame, here you are with your wife and children, stuck here on this side of the beach, while she stuck there, on that side.  Bordered by your wife’s hefty frame, bless!’  Jerome felt irritation at his wife and regretted bringing her and the kids on holiday.  Diablo laughed at this, for human fickleness amused him.  He flitted over to Elvita.

     ‘Did you see Elvita?’ whispered he into her ear.  ‘Did you see how he looked at you?  I think he has noticed you…I think someone has got herself noticed…’ he teased.  Elvita smiled to herself and felt invigorated at the attention this Englishman was bestowing upon her.  She blushed and bowed her head, blinked rapidly and turned away.

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