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It galled luscious, golden-haired Alma Chrysler to be tied to a husband as stodgy and unexciting as Norman. She didn't think a man should spend his evenings tinkering with a car. <P> Variety was the spice of love, Almla believed, and proved her theory with Scotty, Jim, Bob, and others she could hardly remember. <P> Now it was Ward Green and he was the best of the lot – a slave to her passion for her – but could she maneuver him into going along with her plan for the permanent removal of her husband? <P> Only time and her exquisitely formed body would decide whether she could manipulated Ward's hunger for her, giving and then withholding, sating and then starving, until he was ready to obey her slightest command…

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Lew Pool was in the bail bonding business for his health as well as for the buck. Lew had picked up a bad case of claustrophobia in the Korean War. And the only way he could get rid of his psycho-bug was to get his hands on a shady two-timer named Kreena.<P> Working near the jail, Lew figured that sooner or later he’d get a line on the whereabouts of the treacherous skunk who had the kind of talent for dirty work as kept the boys in blue busy.<P> And the day that a big purple car pulled up in front of his office and unloaded a bomb, Lew knew that Kreena was wise to him. The only question now was whether Lew could get his hands on that murderous devil before Kreena gave him a permanent mental cure—with a bullet.