This is a classic vintage, erotic novel which we will call Compelled To Swing. You really need to read the sample preview for this one. You should! This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) vintage, post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here’s the briefest of excerpts: He fumbled the slip of paper out of his pocket with the number on it and dialed. He noticed he was sweating slightly, although it was a cool day in Boston. "Hello," answered a pleasant female voice, "this is Laura Bestwick, speaking." There was a lot of cool assurance in that voice, Bill thought. "Hi, Laura. My name is Bill. I wrote to you and your husband a few weeks ago via a magazine, a ... ah, frankly, does this make any sense to you? Perhaps I have the wrong number." "What kind of magazine, Bill? Can you be a little more specific? Frank and I know a good many people." The voice had a teasing note to it now.