The Sun Gods

“DID YOU EVER TRY A SEX
SANDWICH? WHAT IT IS, YOU TWO’LL PE THE SLICES OF BREAD AND ME— I’LL BE THE
MEAT”

That was Rose talking—but most
of the crowd barely bothered to listen. Rose was old hat— they had other, newer
games on their minds.

There was Marian, aging and
desperately clinging to< her beauty—and clinging, too, to her strange
appetites. There was Joy, taking time off from her public role as America’s
blonde sex-bomb to give even more interesting performances in private. There
was Sam, a novelist more at home between sheets than writing on them. And
Jefferson, going all out for an all- time stud record. And the gay lads, for
whom the innocent Mexican town was a happy hunting ground.

And then there was Lalage, young, lovely, on the delicate
brink of womanhood who came upon her mother in a scenes one could ever
forget—and responded the only way she knew

EVERYONE THEY TOUCHED, THEY CORRUPTED...

They were the rich ones, the beautiful ones, the talented ones.
For them the Riviera was run down, swinging London a screaming bore. They
descended on the once peaceful town of Maldita like ravenous locusts, with
their perversions and their seductions.

No one was safe, not the downy cheeked native boys or the
faithful young wives wooed from traditional morality to become choice morsels
for insatiable appetites. Nor were these glittering invaders safe from one
another, as their maelstrom of desire moved ever swifter—toward an
unforgettable, Walpurgisnacht of the flesh. "