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320 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1979
Scanning the room full of proper preachers and students, I saw her. She was leaning up against a table, and one look was enough. Her hair was black and freer than a waterfall. I had never liked black hair, but now I loved it. Hers was thick and curly. (A thick and curly waterfall?) Her subtly shaped body was a like a marble sculpture. Her long fair-colored arms flowed like a perfect song. (Just what in the hell does that mean?) Every gesture she made was precisely right-not too much movement, not too little. She attracted me like nothing else. Her magnetism was more than the Gulf's virgin waves (high praise...?), and more than any other woman I had ever seen.