Every man has been a Rod Grasper. We all know the pain, the torment, of having our beautiful gothic model wife stolen by handsome space lizards with their thick, ribbed tails and lazer guns. In this erotica / comedy, Rod Grasper blasts a hole in the side of the starship of the human mind and then flies out of it, before flying in again. He describes lovemaking in the same way those expensive supermarkets describe lettuce.
And that's because Rod Grasper knows love, and he knows his way around a woman. He is particularly familiar with elbows. He has had many imprinted in his ribs at various bars around America, and is now touring the UK because he ran out of women to bother in the States. If you see him in your local bar, there is a 45% chance he is allowed to be there.
He is the best, most handsome male writer ever, and the ONLY male writer who can write compelling female characters.
