Specting Intro

About the Book

“Tibet?” said Peter leaving Athena the open road to discuss any of her interests related to going to Tibet. She spoke about healing and Tibetan medicine and right as she finished Peter started with, “When we were in India...” and then launched into an anecdote that tangentially related to Athena’s upcoming trip. I think that all of us wanted to address Athena not because we wanted to say or hear anything in particular, but because we wanted the right to glance at her exquisite body. She was wearing a black bikini and her 19 year-old well-oiled sprawling swimmer’s shoulders, captivating breasts, thin waist, and sultry legs were one of the most beautiful sights that any of us jaded and withered 29 year-old intellectuals had seen in years. I’m sorry that I can’t describe it more in some “Death in Venice”-Tadzio-swooping-down-to-pick-up-the-ball-on-the-beach-as-the-sun-glistened-off-his-back way but I just can’t. She’s 19, she’s the youth of eternal summers, she’s the sparkle in our collective eyes, she’s like drinking rain water off a spring pond, sipping champagne by moonlight, she embodies the pure tide of adolescence, she’s both Juliet and Lolita incarnate, her smile could launch a thousand bad similes... She’s fucking beautiful. Get the picture? And she’s smart too.

About the Author

“Tibet?” said Peter leaving Athena the open road to discuss any of her interests related to going to Tibet. She spoke about healing and Tibetan medicine and right as she finished Peter started with, “When we were in India...” and then launched into an anecdote that tangentially related to Athena’s upcoming trip. I think that all of us wanted to address Athena not because we wanted to say or hear anything in particular, but because we wanted the right to glance at her exquisite body.

She was wearing a black bikini and her 19 year-old well-oiled sprawling swimmer’s shoulders, captivating breasts, thin waist, and sultry legs were one of the most beautiful sights that any of us jaded and withered 29 year-old intellectuals had seen in years. I’m sorry that I can’t describe it more in some “Death in Venice”-Tadzio-swooping-down-to-pick-up-the-ball-on-the-beach-as-the-sun-glistened-off-his-back way but I just can’t.

She’s 19, she’s the youth of eternal summers, she’s the sparkle in our collective eyes, she’s like drinking rain water off a spring pond, sipping champagne by moonlight, she embodies the pure tide of adolescence, she’s both Juliet and Lolita incarnate, her smile could launch a thousand bad similes... She’s fucking beautiful. Get the picture? And she’s smart too.