An all-too-contemporary, bawdy memoir of how Dee Williams tried to get my self-image up to scratch

That level, my bare breasted stepmother, Dee Williams, hatched a daring strategy through which she could boost my morale. She offered me an incitive proposition involving the life maters, and sensual massage, followed by a ripening of my chest and a build up of my ego. As it was provocative, it was also sceptical, this was an erotic odyssey into the forbidden realms of human lust.