Don't judge a book by its cover The front cover of this book shows the tattoo of the male/female symbol on Jane's thigh. Apart from a pleasant appearance, which would not have been out of place in any typical modern suburban community, there was nothing special about Jane Hardy. Fitting in perfectly to the weekly shop, she would be the first to smile at any suggestion that she was a siren or a strumpet. The very thought would be too ludicrous for words. Jane typified middle-class life, its values and its social face. Middle age or New Age-what was it to be? A wife and mother best described as a pillar of the community. How delicately balanced be thy fate. Eight quite ordinary words voiced by Jane's husband would change her life in dramatic fashion. His suggestion was to herald eight years of a life-changing series of experiences that most will view as too challenging to even contemplate. From a staid and strictly monogamous lifestyle, Jane was soon to offer herself to a succession of lovers. This homely housewife and mother would surrender herself to hundreds of men, strangers who could never be more than fleeting sexual encounters. Not only did she indulge in sex jaunts with senior male colleagues at the Civil Service department where she worked, but it was also incredulous that what followed could happen to such a down to earth woman. She and her husband had a threesome with the man who had fixed his tie in the mirror of the boudoir of one of the 20th century's most famous and beautiful woman. There were occasions when the comely mother would cross dangerous lines in which there were no taboos. With each encounter, there were untold risks and dangers. Perhaps the unknown risks were part of the sexual exhilaration. When sex is the drug, there are no barriers, no standards or principles. There is nothing left but to surrender to the basest human urges. That this is a true story is doubtless, that it happened unbelievable, and that she survived it is for the philosophical to ponder upon.