She was tall, dark and one hell of a handsome, sexy woman, an Italian stallion still roaring to go even in her late forties. She bounced through the bar wearing her tight pink sweater, tight black leather pants and high-heeled, high-rising black boots. Her nails were long like a cat and red. Her eyes burned with desire. There, a man of good build, wide chest, and small and tight rump, stood; overall, not a bad face, not too hard, not too soft. Yes, he might do. From: Swing A Soft Stick... Yah know it wasn't gosh-darn fair! It was a tragedy of the gravest proportions and wa happening to Mickey Krauser: all eleven years of him; A pretty popular boy, he was the friendly type, and made everyone laugh, even his teacher Mr. Swartz. Mickey didn't have much to complain about, he liked his parents mostly, and his two sisters weren't that bad as sisters go. And so why with all this nice stuff going on did this have to happen. From: A Baseball Game, A Baseball & A Kid... Sunday morning in the traditional, late twentieth century, American home, a time for family. Some just relax, have a full breakfast; Others stroll for a quick church visit before heading towards a quicker lunch with extended family. Others sleep their Sundays away and wait for the work week to begin. What unites most is that at some point they turn on their TV and let its images pour out a bombardment of religious shows. The TV becomes just a noise box to drown out a lazy day. The Rabbis, Ministers, Muslim Imams, who appear are well-trained, well-educated, sophisticated, erudite, tolerant men and women. In short, they represent the minority and not the common man who treads most of the land surfaces of planet earth. From: Just Some Good Old Jews, Christians And Moslems Sitting Down For Coffee. . . . So begins three of Elias Sassoon's often humorous, thoughtful, and entertaining forty stories in Sassoon's Friends.