SINGLE FOR THE SECOND TIME
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THE ADVENTURES OF PEBBLE BEACH
By
Barbara Berger
Are you attracted to the wrong men and don’t understand why? Does the thought of being alone scare you? Are you afraid of getting old and losing your sex appeal? Do you sometimes wonder if you’re a little sex crazed (or a lot)? Do you find yourself looking in the mirror more than you did before? Are you still dreaming about a man who can save you from your life?
If this sounds familiar, you’ll find all this and more in Barbara Berger’s funny, thought-provoking new novel Single for the Second Time. The book is about an (almost) beautiful, not so young, newly divorced woman with 2 teenage sons who is trying to take control of her life, her looks, her sex-crazed body, and her new relationships with men – while struggling to build a career as an advertising copywriter and survive as a single mother in Wonderful Copenhagen.
Since the novel is written by self-help author Barbara Berger, it will surprise no one that the book’s heroine Pebble Beach, in a desperate attempt to understand herself, life, and her disastrous relationships with men, starts to go to therapy.
If you’ve tried being “single for the second time” or if you’re contemplating it, you’ll love this honest, fun, full-throttle story of how Pebble Beach (with all her charm and confusion) throws herself into life… without a safety net!
American author Barbara Berger lives in Copenhagen, Denmark and is the author of more than 10 self-help books including the bestseller The Road to Power – Fast Food for the Soul and Are You Happy Now? 10 Ways to Live a Happy Life.
Please do not read this if you have any problem with strong language and explicit material!
Chapter 1
The Vice-President of the Republic Group was grinding away, his red hot ramrod stuffed between Pebble Beach’s slim thighs. He was panting and puffing, and the sweat poured from his brow. He was an ugly, disgusting toad – the type of man Pebble would never have considered going to bed with. How she ended up here, with him deep inside her, was something she couldn’t quite figure out. She didn’t want to remember his face with the friendly eyes behind the toad-like grin or the idiotic sexist comments he was always making when he wasn’t pinching her ass or grabbing her tits.
How can I do it?
How can I sink so low?
What’s got into me anyway?
This isn’t like me at all.
Not at all.
Pebble Beach you see was a good, nice, honorable, hardworking woman.
This will surely screw up my career.
Nobody ever goes to bed with their boss and gets away with it, unless their brains are fluff and all they’ve got going for them is body. Of course this had to happen to Pebble just when everything was going great and she was finally making good money. Just like Pebble Beach.
No sense of proportion, my mother would say.
None whatsoever…
And a razzmatazz to you too!
If Pebble Beach could climax with the Vice-President of the Republic Group, then she could climax with anybody, a dirty dog included. She thought he was making an awful lot of noise for a Vice-President as he grabbed her tits.
Too hard!
Squeezing her nipples till they hurt. Of course that was when her cunt caught fire.
My nipples hurt!
Holy shit!
Suddenly she wanted it, too. Wanted it bad – and wanted him. Wanted him to come and wanted to come with him, no matter how toady-looking he was.
Who cares about his face anyway!
Or toads at this point in the game.
It’s his cock I want…
Cock, cock, cock….
Come on man, what d’ya waiting for kiddo!
She forgot the wart on his nose, too, and the fact that his name was Einar Bro. A name she considered quite idiotic, and especially considering the fact that she thought he was the most unattractive man she’d ever met in her life. Of course that was when one other minor detail popped up: Einar was her boss. She worked for the bloody toad. Or up until tonight, she did. You see, he’d invited her out for dinner, which had happened before, only before she’d been able to withstand his advances and talk about business, and stay cool. The Republic Group you understand was a booming Danish ad-agency, skyrocketing right up to the clouds, and Pebble Beach was their star American copywriter. She knew the score and he knew the score and just about everybody else in the business knew it, too.
Einar needed her, he needed her smart, tight English copy to meet the growing demands of European companies scrambling to go international in the global marketplace of the 21st century. And Pebble, darling Pebble, was talented enough to deliver what Einar needed to keep those heavenly cash registers at Republic headquarters humming. And what’s more, Pebble mostly enjoyed knowing he knew.
Mostly, that is.
So even if he mostly really wanted to slip his hands under her sweater, he managed to control himself most of the time. She wasn’t that young either, but she was pretty. And most of the time, she did her level best to head him off.
At least until tonight.
Tonight, she failed miserably, and there he was grinding away while her cunt turned from lukewarm to red hot. She’d already forgotten the majestic room he took her to at the Hotel D’Angleterre.
How did I end up here?
Did I drink too much?
She couldn’t remember how she got from the bar to the room.
My mind’s a blank.
Look at that pretty ceiling, will ya?
What am I, some kind of bimbo?
I mean I’m supposed to be a woman with brains!
Brains, ya understand!
Not just some dumb cunt…
Her breathing quickened…
Oh God, dear God, if only his prick was a little longer and a little thicker, you know… wider…. more filling that is… a little more like Albert’s… just a little more… oh God, you understand what I mean, I mean… if only he wasn’t so short and fat… and had a little more muscle on his body… just a little more, it would make all this a lot more, well you know… fun, you know, and less embarrassing when I wake up later, oh God, can’t you move me a little closer, you know to the less cash/more dash department and pronto…
Will be continued tomorrow!
Rene
Barbara Berger
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