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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, 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. Check out the free sample if you can.
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Faith Childs, an attractive twenty-eight year-old widow, was sitting at her desk with her long legs propped up on the desk top and her flowing red hair bunched around her naked shoulders. High cheek bones, thin red lips, a narrow nose, and catlike green eyes made up her lovely face. She ran one finger back and forth across one page of a large black book, studying the day's appointments. She could easily see that she had a very busy day ahead of her.
After one year of hard work Faith's business was finally going well. She had believed all along that a dog kennel could be a profitable enterprise, if she managed it right. And that was her secret of success-she'd known from the very start exactly how to manage her kennel.
The sign outside her front gate read: "The Hilldale Kennel Farm." Here Faith kept dogs of all breeds and sizes, renting the animals out for a nice profit. But Faith didn't rent her dogs out to be seeing-eye dogs or watchdogs or hunting dogs. She was much too smart for that! She knew she could easily go broke running that type of business and besides, she saw no fun and excitement in it. And fun and excitement were very important to Faith.
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Faith Childs, an attractive twenty-eight year-old widow, was sitting at her desk with her long legs propped up on the desk top and her flowing red hair bunched around her naked shoulders. High cheek bones, thin red lips, a narrow nose, and catlike green eyes made up her lovely face. She ran one finger back and forth across one page of a large black book, studying the day's appointments. She could easily see that she had a very busy day ahead of her.
After one year of hard work Faith's business was finally going well. She had believed all along that a dog kennel could be a profitable enterprise, if she managed it right. And that was her secret of success-she'd known from the very start exactly how to manage her kennel.
The sign outside her front gate read: "The Hilldale Kennel Farm." Here Faith kept dogs of all breeds and sizes, renting the animals out for a nice profit. But Faith didn't rent her dogs out to be seeing-eye dogs or watchdogs or hunting dogs. She was much too smart for that! She knew she could easily go broke running that type of business and besides, she saw no fun and excitement in it. And fun and excitement were very important to Faith.