Between the sheets

This One has a few complaints about new authors. They say There are no books about secret agents and plane crashes anymore. Instead, we are condemned to a literary diet of female insurance lawyers assigning tasks to private detectives by day and rubbing Dencorub on their glands at night.

“Show me a book published by a female author in the past 10 years and I will find you a page, if not a whole chapter, specifically dedicated to chafed nipples.