She was tall, dark and one hell of a handsome, sexy woman, still roaring to go even in her late forties. She bounced through the bar wearing her tight pink sweater, tight black leather pants and high-heeled, high-rising black boots. Her nails were long like a cat and red. Her eyes burned with desire. There, a man of good build, wide chest, and tight rump, stood. Not a bad face, she thought. Yes, he might do. From: Swing A Soft Stick. So begins one of Elias Sassoon’s often humorous, thoughtful, and entertaining stories in Sassoon’s Friends.