Thanks so much for joining us, Wesley. Tell us, what is your ultimate goal?
Hello. My name is Wesley Carter, but you may call me Wes. Would you care for a chocolate? It’s imported, none better anywhere. No? Suit yourself. My ultimate goal, you ask? I ask you: what is the goal of any lover? To be loved, of course. And desired. To experience a man’s immeasurable pleasure, which can only be found with his true love. His destiny.
Casanova said, “Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.” Immortal love based in the pleasures of the flesh. Oh, how I dream of it. Several women have tried to satisfy me and they failed miserably. They paid for that. With their screams they paid. Don’t look at me like that, I would never hurt a woman. But sometimes a man must--
Pardon me, I seem to have veered off track. Truffle? They’re Belgian.
I'm good, thanks.
Are you sure? Do you mind if I partake?
Knock yourself out.
Thank you. I believe we were talking about my goal. That is such an insignificant word for my beautiful little athlete. She’s not a goal, not something to be attained and then left behind in pursuit of the next goal. No, Josie Shepherd is my love, my heart. I shall have her and then I can live.
I see, and what do you see as your greatest obstacle?
Funny things, obstacles. How they flourish in your mind and grow from a small annoyance into the shame of your life. To see other men freely enjoy what you desire. They go from woman to woman, bed to bed, as though it were nothing. Not truly appreciating the sweet release that others are unable to experience. I have come to believe that for some men, myself included, physical love is bound to true love. Once I achieve one, I’ll achieve the other. I have found my true love. Soon my Josie will realize we’re meant for each other. She will give herself to me and the rest… As they say, the rest will be history. Our history. Mine and hers.
Then there’s the dog. That formidable beast, Cain. He’s devoted to my Josie. His growls sink into your chest like the deep throated rumble of a diesel engine. His teeth, well, there are stronger weapons than teeth.
But there’s another monster even worse than the dog. Gordon Wolfe. As soon as he’s out of the way, she’ll be mine and—What? You don’t know Deputy Wolfe? I’ll never understand what my Josie can possibly see in him. Oh, you can’t miss him, just watch for him around town. Yes, I said monster and I meant it. Nearly seven feet tall and pushing two hundred and fifty pounds. Sporting that badge and gun like he’s some kind of hero. Ridiculous. And talk about ugly! The entire left side of his face looks like someone spilled coffee all over it. Birthmarks, you understand.
My Josie is misguided in her perceived love of these monsters, but I’ll show her the error of her ways. She’s smart, she’ll learn quickly. She must for she’s my destiny.
Pick an historical figure and compare yourself to him or her– how are you alike and different?
I’m not one to linger in the past, the future is the important thing, but if I must. Giacomo Casanova. Yes, yes, I know. History’s greatest lover, his memory soiled by accusations of rape. But, you see, that’s where we differ. I never took anything from a woman that wasn’t offered willingly. Never. Oh sure, sometimes it took some convincing, but I never forced a woman. But now that my Josie is in my life, I shall never look at another. All my attentions, my affections, will be lavished on her and her alone.
What people may not know about Casanova was that he was cunning. Intelligent. As am I. When a woman says “no” a crafty man will find ways to make her say “yes.” It takes patience but I am a patient man. As I’m sure Casanova was patient while he worked on finding the way to “Yes.”
Name a song that would be played in the soundtrack of your life.
I’ll pick a modern one, after all, it is the eighties. Everybody Have Fun Tonight. Is there any better way to live than that? If there is, I don’t know about it. Would you care for a Mint Medallion? No? Give me time and I’ll turn that no into a yes. But not now, I really must be going. My Josie is waiting for me.
I'd wish you luck, but I think Josie is the one who's going to need it. And now, here's more about Courageous Cain:
Josie Shepherd loves running free, with no one and nothing to tie her down—until a new job at a kennel introduces her to both an unexpected friend and a vicious, abused dog named Cain.
When Josie stumbles upon the body of a murdered woman, she runs to Deputy Gordon Wolfe, a disfigured man hiding behind his badge. His shy smile and affection for dogs make her reconsider what she’s running from.
Now she’s on the run from a serial killer and her own heart. But when her friend is abducted and Cain appears to be the murder weapon, Josie’s attempt to save them both lands her in the killer’s lair. Josie’s strength and Cain’s loyalty are tested to the limit as they fight for their lives. Facing a killer is one thing, but facing her love for Gordon is Josie’s greatest challenge.
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