An historic romance in fiction: my ancestor Joan D’Arc when asked if Saint Michael is dressed when he visits or naked answered, “Do you think God can’t find him clothes?”
Gabriel Orgrease

Alvin Rothstein thought of his wife, her oversized breasts flopping and fluttering, her legs snaked around his backside, forcing him to push deeper into her.  He wished he didn’t have such thoughts because he was on top of Corva Glickman at the time.
Wayne Scheer

Inside the salmon building a tiny woman squatted like a crab.Records were out of their jackets, spread on the floor. She stood up, grabbed a record, hurled it at the wall. She bent over, picked up one black shard up in her hand like an exclamation point, a declaration.
Kathy Kubick