Shy, tongue-tied Johnsie no sooner arrives at his new home when an unexpected knock on the door leads him head-first into every boy’s dream: endless weekends as the sole boy in a gang of girls. Decidedly more sophisticated than Johnsie, the girls decide to mould him into their ideal sexual plaything. They settle in to a secret world of sexual exploration, lust, and first love far from the prying eyes of their parents.
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I was born at the bottom of the garden, on a yacht on a deep-water canal in the Cayman Islands. The yacht belonged to a cousin of the queen of England. And if that isn’t a good start to life I don’t know what is.
I thought the world was wonderful, so I wrote about it. Then I went to see more of it, and have so far visited over a hundred countries.
I’ve been in a pop band in America with Abbie Hoffman, and that was just plain absurd. We appeared everywhere on tv but never recorded or sang a single song.
I’ve also been a lawyer, a university lecturer, a road sweeper, a mini-cab driver, and a goat-herd in Morocco.
I’ve had half a dozen books published by the traditional method in the UK, one of which won a poetry award.
I share my time living in a very pleasant home overlooking a small estuary in Southern Spain with my main home in the Algarve, Portugal, although I move all the time and have recently been living in a wonderful penthouse apartment overlooking the harbour at Valetta on the island of Malta.
I also write about crypto-currencies, romance books, erotica, travel books, and a whole saga (currently 17 books) about kids growing up in the late eighties and nineties. I have also turned my intriguing and disgraceful autobiography into another series, and I do write poetry, for which I have won awards, and even managed to read my verse on t.v. (How many poets can boast that?)
Look, I’m a fun guy. Come up and see me some time!