Warning: This is a 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. Check out the free sample if you can.
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Then, clasping his hands, he focused his brown eyes on his daughter's blue ones. "Eric's invited you to the prom, it's the biggest dance of the year, and you've grown since last year. So?"
Karen looked as if she were ready to tear her hair out. Sitting off to one side, quietly knitting, Sue watched the scene calmly.
"Well?"
"Well what, honey?" Paul countered, obviously determined not to make things easy for his daughter.
"Well, I need a new dress," Karen said nervously.
"No." Paul picked up the paper again.
"Please, Daddy," Karen pleaded.
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Then, clasping his hands, he focused his brown eyes on his daughter's blue ones. "Eric's invited you to the prom, it's the biggest dance of the year, and you've grown since last year. So?"
Karen looked as if she were ready to tear her hair out. Sitting off to one side, quietly knitting, Sue watched the scene calmly.
"Well?"
"Well what, honey?" Paul countered, obviously determined not to make things easy for his daughter.
"Well, I need a new dress," Karen said nervously.
"No." Paul picked up the paper again.
"Please, Daddy," Karen pleaded.