Frank Ritz is a television critic. His partner, Melissa Paul, is\nthe author of pornographic novels for liberated women. He watches\ncrap all day; she writes crap all day. It’s a life. Or it was a\nlife. But now they’re fighting, locked in oral combat. He won’t\nshut up and she is putting her finger down her throat again. So\nthere’s only one thing for it - Frank has to go. But go where? And\ndo what? Frank has been on heat more or less continuously since he\ncould speak his own name. Let him out of the house and his first\ninstinct is to go looking for sex. Deviant sex, treacherous sex,\neven straight sex, so long as it’s immoderate - he’s never been\nchoosy. But what happens when sex is all you know but no longer\nwhat you want?

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