“If you have all my books,” she said, “did you look at the one bound in black leather with a rose embossed on the cover?” “I glanced at it,” Jason said. “I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I mean, it felt wrong to throw it away, but I wasn’t going to read your porn book.” “It’s not porn. It’s sex magic.” “I can’t tell if that’s better or worse.”
