Purpose

One of my favorite movies is Finding Forester, and Sean Connery's character says, "The first time you write for yourself." I don't think this is for myself but her goes. Other advise about writing I have gotten is that you need to just write, about anything to get the words flowing.

The Sex Bandit, my third novel once I unlock it from my head. Here is how I think it should start.

To: Missy
From: Tina
Subject: Sex toy party
I am picking you up tonight and we are going to the Getting Intimate with Intimates party at eight o'clock. No you can't get out of it you need to liven up your life.

This is not the first email I expected to get on a Monday morning after a long weekend of working overtime. I'm a rather ordinary type girl, brown hair, green eyes and an average body shape. My best friend Tina has been trying to get me to break away from my stuffy legal assistant look I've sported for the past five years. I don't know why, nothing ever helps. Tina is a hair dresser at a swanky spa in Memphis, TN and is convinced that the right cut and color can change anyone, but I assure you not me.

Who am I to go to a sex toy party? I admit to using them because other then one bad attempt in college that is the only personal life I have had since. Men just aren't into me. I read that book and new they never would be. "Excuse me miss, where is Mr. Davis's office?" I looked up from my computer into the bluest eyes I've ever seen attached to the male body of an Adonis and a ten gallon cowboy hat. I work at an entertainment lawyers office. "Yes sir, let me show you." I walked him halfway down the hall self conscious of the manly way I walk the whole time. A buff guy like this would never be interested in little old me. But looking at the white t-shirt he wore was a great pleasure. He had muscles in places I wasn't sure there should be muscles and an impressive budge that his painted on blue jeans left nothing to the imagination. I knocked on the door and motioned for this gentleman to go in before I did. He turned to me, smiled and said in a think Texan accent, "Much obliged to you mam." Oh how they make the men in the South.

At five I grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator. My heart sank when I saw whom I was going to have to ride down with. Larry is a senior partner at the firm and brings in more celebrity clientele then all the other lawyers, he is a sleezy looking pimp type with greased back hair, thick chest hair with a gold chain in it, a Hawaiian shirt and skin tight black jeans. All of the women in the office try to avoid him.

To be continued later.