HER BODICE RIPPED FROM SIDE TO SIDE

Set in no particular niche in history but occupying a unique and unreal place of its own, this story was written for the fun of writing and for no other reason. The cover photograph, to make the point, was taken by me during a trip to Pompeii and Vesuvius and pre-dates everything in the story by what can only be called centuries. When Charles Dickens wrote his vastly superior novels they were published in periodicals, with queues awaiting the publication of each chapter and the magazines selling in huge quantities. This book was written in much the same way, but published on a website, and the queues were very much less in evidence.