She was so shattered about what kind of man he was -- brutal, tender, passionate. There was little doubt he had some mental disorder.

Tall, elegant, vital, scornful. A man like that could rock a woman to her very core.

Sometimes she couldn't tolerate a man's physical superiority. No wonder they were so damned macho.

If you ever look sideways at another man or attempt to refuse me I shall beat you. Got it?

The truly unsettling thing about being a woman was needing a man to realise one's full potential