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 hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
******************
Outside, the lawnmower was still clattering back and forth. Veronica walked to the window and looked out. Billy Chapman's T-shirt was damp, clinging to his body with sweat. His rippling muscles bulged hard beneath the frail web of knit cloth. In the crotch of his faded blue jeans, she could see an enormous cock bulge. It seemed to swell with each step he took, pulsing with the same kind of restless frustration that she felt. Veronica was thirty, almost old enough to be Billy's mother. He was just a kid, but already a criminal in Grant's eyes. He didn't even want the kid to mow their lawn. "He's been busted twice for car clouting," Grant had told her. He checked everyone they met through R and I -- Records and Identification. "The last timer they caught him with a fucking closet full of tape decks and CB's!" "Give him a chance!" Veronica roared back. "What harm can he possibly do mowing our lawn?" "He could break into the house and rape your ass, that's what he could do! He had two busts for assault before he was out of the fucking fifth grade?"
******************
Outside, the lawnmower was still clattering back and forth. Veronica walked to the window and looked out. Billy Chapman's T-shirt was damp, clinging to his body with sweat. His rippling muscles bulged hard beneath the frail web of knit cloth. In the crotch of his faded blue jeans, she could see an enormous cock bulge. It seemed to swell with each step he took, pulsing with the same kind of restless frustration that she felt. Veronica was thirty, almost old enough to be Billy's mother. He was just a kid, but already a criminal in Grant's eyes. He didn't even want the kid to mow their lawn. "He's been busted twice for car clouting," Grant had told her. He checked everyone they met through R and I -- Records and Identification. "The last timer they caught him with a fucking closet full of tape decks and CB's!" "Give him a chance!" Veronica roared back. "What harm can he possibly do mowing our lawn?" "He could break into the house and rape your ass, that's what he could do! He had two busts for assault before he was out of the fucking fifth grade?"