Excerpt: Concerta's story

Concerta talking on the phone to Olga.

"[...]Where are you, anyway?"
"Summer house in Scotland. Jules likes the light up here. She has got the potential to be a great artist one day She just needs a helpful patron. With gobs of money, of course."
"A patron, Olga. Not a sex kitten. And Scotland has no more summer than England does." I kicked at a pebble.
"Not a kitten. I'm much more experienced. Do you need a good kick? It could land you in Italy. Maybe you'll stop complaining once you've enjoyed some warm summers, good food, and enough groping to leave you bruised for life."