„He was lost in her. With the temperature in the trailer very close to 90, he was lost in those soft breasts and the most female part of her. Three times she climbed with him, arching against him, tiny growls coming from her throat. Their bodies were welded together in sweat, and every inch of her tiny body moved. She clung to him, cried for him, and they climbed together with every muscle straining for completion. Then at last they stiffened against each other, she gave out one shuddering whimper then fell limp under him. Only the small rise and fall of those grand breasts advertised life within her.“ Patrick Morgan, The Girl in the Telltale Bikini, New York 1971