Most people marry their mother. I married my father.
But in my arms she was always Lolita.
I'm forbidden fruit. Once you go to certain households, mommy doesn't want you to see that dirty man who sticks his tongue out and spits out blood and all that stuff.
While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.
My only grudge against nature was that I could not turn my Lolita inside out and apply voracious lips to her young matrix, her unknown heart, her nacreous liver, the sea-grapes of her lungs, her comely twin kidneys.
Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!
She's the kind you don't take home to mother.
In 'Forbidden Love,' my character is a divorcee who has an affair with a young doctor. They are blissfully happy and have everything going for them. But their peers, friends, her daughter, and his family disapprove, and the affair ends.
