Rapture should have been my Happy Hunting Ground. First it was my parties...DeSade was a plodding bungler, devoid of the imagination necessary to ink the acts I have known. But it all grew so stale, no matter what I tried. Then ADAM came...to be anyone...one day, a princess of the orient on the hunt for a new concubine. The next, a virgin Dutch boy, desperate to survive. To defy God and his absurdist edicts...but even of splicing, I grew weary...