About the Book

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This is a long form text area designed for your content that you can fill up with as many words as your heart desires. You can write articles, long mission statements, company policies, executive profiles, company awards/distinctions, office locations, shareholder reports, whitepapers, media mentions and other pieces of content that don’t fit into a shorter, more succinct space.

Articles – Good topics for articles include anything related to your company – recent changes to operations, the latest company softball game – or the industry you’re in. General business trends (think national and even international) are great article fodder, too.

Mission statements – You can tell a lot about a company by its mission statement. Don’t have one? Now might be a good time to create one and post it here. A good mission statement tells you what drives a company to do what it does.

Company policies – Are there company policies that are particularly important to your business? Perhaps your unlimited paternity/maternity leave policy has endeared you to employees across the company. This is a good place to talk about that.

Executive profiles – A company is only as strong as its executive leadership. This is a good place to show off who’s occupying the corner offices. Write a nice bio about each executive that includes what they do, how long they’ve been at it, and what got them to where they are.

The  story is written in the first person with Jack the lad as narrator,  except when circumstances beyond Jack’s knowledge are being hatched to  ruin the loosely tangled troika troupe.

SNIPPET #1:
On  his first meeting with the producer, Jack meets Alice, the office  secretary, and gets the impression she’s a plain over plump vixen  because she’s stuffed into large army fatigues complete with hat and  boots and wears no makeup.

    Say, you’re cute.” She reached into a desk drawer, pulled out some papers, and got up.
    “Pardon? I’m a man, not cute.”
     Approaching me, she said, “If you say so. To me, you’re still a boy—I  like boys. Why don’t you bring these with you tomorrow morning?” She  handed me two forms. “One is for you, precious. The other is for your  friend.”
    She got real close, so her hot breath flowed all over my  face, and her leg pushed into my groin, touching a very important part  of my anatomy. Almond eyes were probing my lips when she said, “I think  we’re going to be very best friends.”
    She backed away but was still smirking. I attempted to speak. “I—I—”

SNIPPET #2:
Later Jack learns Alice can read! Imagine that.

     Of all the dirty tricks. Jack was with C. Jay and I was stuck with  Miss Porno Queen in heat. I watched her gather up some books and fling a  large straw bag over her shoulder. It had the look of being around the  block more than once and had bits and pieces of green faded yarn that  used to spell out Hawaii. I opened the door and asked, “Why the books?
    “I read them.”
    This porn queen reads? I didn’t believe it.

SNIPPET #3:
Jack finds the porn business moves too quickly for him and his partner, the prudish other Jack.

    “Jack, didn’t you tell me a week ago that C. Jay was a businessman?” “I don’t recall.”
     “Well, you did.” I continued, “I believe you also said he was like a  runaway locomotive. Things were moving too fast for you, and there was  no engineer to pull the stop cord. Well, you’re right. In less than two  weeks, he’s rented space for a cattle call, which, I might add, is for  our musical.”

SNIPPET #4:
Casting a musical is a game of cat and mouse—you never know who the winners are.

    Pondering the girls, C. Jay quickly made a decision. “I’ll skip over Irish. She’s worked for me before.”
     I, too, scrutinized the first wave of hopefuls. Flame Inturos looked  just like her name, burnt to a crisp. When will sun worshipers learn not  to leave their meat on the spit so long? Flame’s skin hung loose around  her face and arms, making the thirty-year-old appear to be sixty. I’ve  eaten prunes that were more appetizing. I thought, I don’t want to see  her nude—ever.
    C. Jay looked over her résumé. “It says here that you do exotic dancing at various clubs. Do you also sing?”
    In a fairly husky voice, Flame responded, “All the time.”
    “At the clubs?”
    “Around.”
    That was evasive