Clive Cussler

I ask Clive Cussler why, in Corsair, and many other of his masterpieces, there is so much violence but no sex, not even a kiss. He blames it on his publishers. He tells me that his books are considered “family friendly” and that he isn't permitted to write about sex. I tell him that he is a slave, and a waste of a life, and that his books are actually pulp garbage and that he should go die like Madoff. He reaches into his pants and tells me that he is going to sodomize me and come on my face, and I tell him go ahead, but out of his pants he pulls out a Colt pistol and points it at me and tells me to take back my words.