Salt Kiss (Lyonesse #1)

two

I’m aware of two things as I flip through the portfolio that night, beer in hand, my father’s empty Virginia farmhouse creaking and sighing around me.

The first is that this job should be everything I hate. I hate lying, thieving, manipulation—and Mark doesn’t even do that for our country anymore; he does it for himself . That’s greed; that’s selfishness. And that’s even on top of how Mark makes a living, which is with his kingdom of vice.

I flip through page after page of acts of sex and pain and humiliation, having to Google half the things I come across, even with the helpful descriptions printed after each term. I know nothing about this world; I barely know anything about sex that hasn’t come from porn. Porn that apparently was limited in scope if I’m having to research this much.