Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.
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His mind whirling, he began thinking about Janie. She was growing a fine body, too. And her friend Melanie ... yeah, she was looking real good, too, damn good! Too bad Janie was his daughter and Melanie her best friend. If things were otherwise ... Oh, it hurt him to even think about it. He struggled to put the thoughts out of his mind as he finished eating.
Hastily getting up, wanting to get away from his wife, he muttered, "I'm gonna look in on Janie."
His wife hardly looked up as John hurried out, glad to get away from the frigid bitch. She looked good, but she was a block of ice when touched.
Approaching his daughter's bedroom door, he slowly opened it. His daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn't move. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.
He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter's body. The smell was good ... soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn't put his finger on it. Then he spied the hairbrush on the floor.
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His mind whirling, he began thinking about Janie. She was growing a fine body, too. And her friend Melanie ... yeah, she was looking real good, too, damn good! Too bad Janie was his daughter and Melanie her best friend. If things were otherwise ... Oh, it hurt him to even think about it. He struggled to put the thoughts out of his mind as he finished eating.
Hastily getting up, wanting to get away from his wife, he muttered, "I'm gonna look in on Janie."
His wife hardly looked up as John hurried out, glad to get away from the frigid bitch. She looked good, but she was a block of ice when touched.
Approaching his daughter's bedroom door, he slowly opened it. His daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn't move. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.
He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter's body. The smell was good ... soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn't put his finger on it. Then he spied the hairbrush on the floor.