conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Venice, Burgundy, Greek with the genre: Literature & Fiction, British & Irish?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Married to a Stranger'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled Married to a Stranger about Set, Iran, BR>Copyright with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Set in contemporary Iran, the author's novel tells of a woman's struggle for her rights and her life. <BR>Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story titled Married to a Stranger.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Married to a Stranger: A middle-aged woman develops amnesia after a blow to the head, and can no longer remember anything that happened since age 16, including her husband and teenage daughter.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Married to a Stranger
  He swept past the maid, down the step to the carriage drive, then turned around and walked back in. 'There. I have carried my wife over our threshold, something I failed signally to do in London. Chivers, you may lock up and see to the lights. Do not hurry breakfast in the morning.'
  Chivers had turned down the bed and left a lamp burning on the carved chest. Callum kicked the door closed and eyed the huge old four-poster bed. 'The knack with this will be not falling off—you could break a limb from that height.'
  It was the right thing to say, she could see it in his face. He leant over the bed, caught hold of her and hauled her out. 'Come on then, we'll get undressed and then fall into that billowing mass together and hope we don't suffocate.'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: They lay there, eyes locked, their bodies hardly moving as they rocked together, up and up, higher and higher, until there was nothing but the sound of their gasping breaths and their bodies meshing together and the love and passion in Callum's eyes as they read every feeling she could not find the words for, the strength of his body giving her pleasure beyond her dreams.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Cal opened his eyes on to a room filled with swirling dust motes in sunshine that lanced through the uncurtained window. He turned his head on the pillow and saw his wife—his love—standing quite naked in the shaft of light, watching a robin on the sill.
  Sophia spun round, laughing at him, and the bird flew away, scolding in alarm. 'I used to think you were arrogant.'
  She came as far as one of the bulbous Tudor bedposts and stayed just out of arm's reach, tracing a grotesque mask with her fingertip. 'Must we go back today?'