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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It had been a lonely world for Stacy Turner since her rich parents bad died in a plane crash over Zaire while on safari. She had been passed from relative to relative. No one wanted her.
She was a very pretty eighteen year old with coal black hair and deep brown eyes.
She spent the first three weeks being an orphan with her Aunt Betty and her Uncle Ken who were cruel to her, not allowing her to leave the house alone and forcing her to take her meals in her attic room instead of joining the rest of the family.
When that didn't work out, she had been sent to live with her drunken Uncle Frank who made her do housework for eighteen hours a day and tried to force her into his bed each night.
But she managed to keep her precious cherry intact.
Uncle Frank was always very drunk so Stacy had been able to fight him off each time he made one of his vile advances.
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It had been a lonely world for Stacy Turner since her rich parents bad died in a plane crash over Zaire while on safari. She had been passed from relative to relative. No one wanted her.
She was a very pretty eighteen year old with coal black hair and deep brown eyes.
She spent the first three weeks being an orphan with her Aunt Betty and her Uncle Ken who were cruel to her, not allowing her to leave the house alone and forcing her to take her meals in her attic room instead of joining the rest of the family.
When that didn't work out, she had been sent to live with her drunken Uncle Frank who made her do housework for eighteen hours a day and tried to force her into his bed each night.
But she managed to keep her precious cherry intact.
Uncle Frank was always very drunk so Stacy had been able to fight him off each time he made one of his vile advances.