All Chapters of COLLECTION OF LUST AND LOVE: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Estelle's husband was nowhere to be seen. He had become very taken with the activities of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis in Europe and was using his extensive prestige in the United States as the modern adventurer darling to promote U.S. isolationism in the disturbing gathering of storm clouds across the Atlantic. Estelle had decided that she couldn't stomach his politics—at least not as much as she could stomach the masterful lovemaking of the famous rugged adventure author, J. Henry Kolester.Besides Abegail's now-feeble minister father, of the surviving family members on both sides, only Fernand's son, Jezzie, was not at the wedding. Fernand had established in no uncertain terms that Jezzie would not be there; he was to keep to his side of the extensive Wolf holdings if he didn't want Fernand to pull the financial underpinnings from under him. And Jezzie might have a mean-streak still, albeit it reputably was being muted with maturity, but no one ever accused him of bein

At length, he moved her again, on her belly over the saddle, and he kneeled behind her between her spread legs and fucked her long and deeply, all the while making love for her with the poetic murmurings of his rich baritone voice. He possessed her fully and several times and in various positions in front of the crackling fire throughout the chilling spring night. Her young, masterful, virile oak.The next afternoon, Abegail and Kolester were riding over the last ridge and within sight of the Water Creek Ranch compound on the hillock below them, when the riders who had been sent out to find them did find them. They spoke briefly and breathlessly to Abegail, who, leaving all of them behind, spurred her horse on a hell-bent, fury-tumbling ride down the mountain slopes. But she was too late. Fernand Wolf was already gone when she reached the lodge. His horse had been spooked by a rattlesnake at the far reaches of their fenceline, and the horse had thrown him and then landed on top of him

One evening, Kolester was trying to explain the central symbolism of the elk and the hunting of this beast that were vital to his Pulitzer-winning novel at the supper table, and Walker wasn't understanding—or was choosing not to understand—either the relevance or the import of this symbol to anything of value in American society, noting that this nation, like Europe, was rushing towards a world conflagration that had already raised its ugly head in East Asia. Thus, elk as a symbol of anything wasn't, in his opinion, relevant enough to merit a major literary prize—and he certainly couldn't see anything morally redeemable in hunting the majestic animals.This worked, Henry went to the point of saying he did hunt elk and would jolly well continue to do so—and, in fact, that he wanted to hunt elk from the ranch by the end of the week.Abegail was about to tell him that the ranch didn't make up hunting parties for anything larger than deer when they were in season any more when young Hamme

Madame Chiang was using her most powerful wiles on the young congressman from Colorado. The intelligence on this man that the highly sophisticated Chinese intelligence had been able to dig up and pass on to T. V. Soong was that the man was a notorious skirt chaser and that he couldn't keep his cock in his pants for very long. Chiang had no intention of letting the man bed her, but she knew how to enflame a man to do her will. There were many who said she controlled all of China with her beauty and her woman's technique—neither one of which would have gotten her far in the staid Methodist women's seminary she had attended in America's South.She spent much of the meal using this technique on the congressman, eventually letting her hand do the talking for her under the tablecloth. She was sure that she would have no difficulty luring Fair into private discussions with T. V. Soong—and into a compromising position, if that was necessary—whenever her brother cons

The distance between Kuala Lumpur and the mountain fastness of the Genting Highlands wasn't far at all in physical miles, but it was separated by centuries in cultural differences. As Abegail rode into the mountains, first by car, then by horse-drawn carriage, and finally on the back of an elephant, she sensed the years of progress—not always healthy progress—melting away, so that, when she arrived at the sprawling palace of interconnected wooden decks and open pavilions meandering around cliffs above deep, jungle-infested ravines that Sun Li called home, she had been transported back a century or more. There was no question from the moment they were helped off the elephants at the entry arch into the complex that Sun Li was both ruler and god here—that whatever he wanted would be done and was quite all right with all of his subjects.Abegail was met by a line of twittering young women, among whom she knew Sun Li's wives lurked, who bustled her away to the women's pavilions a