QUOTE : K began to fume with anger every time he had to repeat the bland routine of special offers and efficacies of products. The back-of-the-mind scenarios of applying napkins began to be replaced with violent sexual acts - sadomasochistic, brutal and twisted. Instead of being cosseted in a woman's hot embrace, he now imagined ripping her clothes off, biting at the very tits that he had once coveted until he drew blood, fisting their pussies wearing barbed gloves, kicking them in the teeth, watching the gore drip down their proud queenly chins and putting an end to their teasing, access-denying smiles. It fetched him more story-ideas but for how long? The anguish that burgeoned during the day could not be watered down by the porn videos he had committed to memory with repeated viewing; it couldn't be flushed out with the joy of literary creation that had, till now, been feeding equally upon his happiness, sadness and neutrality. The tipping point had arrived, the moment when the grimy tar of impatience would boil over, flooding everything