This little piece of this trilogy is a little better written than the first, but still certainly not great. Can one hope for the third to actually be a book? There was no need to put this into three installments in the first place. We would have been better off with a large novel, but Ms. James would not have made as much money. The stories make me seriously question the intelligence of women today. Are they stupid? Or so hungry for romance that they tend to want to get it in this juvenile writing and ridiculous writing? Or are they just sheltered and unaware that one can get way better erotic writings in Hustler or Penthouse Variations? At any rate, I can now say that I have read this second installment and moved on to the third.