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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"All he does is whittle all day. Doesn't he care about things that feel good?" She dressed languidly and, after hiding the vibrator under her bed, wandered downstairs. She was thinking of paying Kevin another visit. Maybe just talk to him. She glanced down at the pair of jeans she'd put on and squinched her nose. No, these weren't her best denims. She could surely find a tighter-fitting pair.
Or maybe her bikini would even be more interesting to her cousin. She was on her way back upstairs to change when she heard her father talking to someone in the large side patio. There was something about his amused tone that interested her. She slipped up to the French doors and leaned an ear close.
"Since when did you become a therapist?" Carl asked, chuckling. Mona frowned at him.
"Oh don't make a joke out of it, Carl. If there's any possibility that I can make Kevin speak, don't you think I should try?" Vicky saw her father shake his head as if thoroughly amused.
"You're just not the do-gooder type, Mona. It kind of takes me by surprise." He looked at her in a funny way. "So you'd want to do this in the evening?"
"Well Carl, the child works with his carving all day. I wouldn't want to stop him doing that. It's all he has after all." Mona looked at her nails. Vicky thought she saw her aunt tremble slightly. "But in the evening I could work with him on language and sounds. I think it's just that he doesn't want to sound like an animal that's kept him from trying to talk. I can got a little tape recorder and ..."
"But all the specialists said--" Carl began, getting up from his canvas chair.
"The specialists are often wrong," Mona insisted, rising too. "Don't you think it's worth a try? Just think how overjoyed his parents would be if I had some success."
Carl walked over to the bar wagon and made himself a drink. "I really don't think brother Gus cares much one way or the other about Kevin really. That's why he summers here from now on. Maybe I didn't tell you that's the way it'll be. If Gus had his way he'd give us the kid."
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"All he does is whittle all day. Doesn't he care about things that feel good?" She dressed languidly and, after hiding the vibrator under her bed, wandered downstairs. She was thinking of paying Kevin another visit. Maybe just talk to him. She glanced down at the pair of jeans she'd put on and squinched her nose. No, these weren't her best denims. She could surely find a tighter-fitting pair.
Or maybe her bikini would even be more interesting to her cousin. She was on her way back upstairs to change when she heard her father talking to someone in the large side patio. There was something about his amused tone that interested her. She slipped up to the French doors and leaned an ear close.
"Since when did you become a therapist?" Carl asked, chuckling. Mona frowned at him.
"Oh don't make a joke out of it, Carl. If there's any possibility that I can make Kevin speak, don't you think I should try?" Vicky saw her father shake his head as if thoroughly amused.
"You're just not the do-gooder type, Mona. It kind of takes me by surprise." He looked at her in a funny way. "So you'd want to do this in the evening?"
"Well Carl, the child works with his carving all day. I wouldn't want to stop him doing that. It's all he has after all." Mona looked at her nails. Vicky thought she saw her aunt tremble slightly. "But in the evening I could work with him on language and sounds. I think it's just that he doesn't want to sound like an animal that's kept him from trying to talk. I can got a little tape recorder and ..."
"But all the specialists said--" Carl began, getting up from his canvas chair.
"The specialists are often wrong," Mona insisted, rising too. "Don't you think it's worth a try? Just think how overjoyed his parents would be if I had some success."
Carl walked over to the bar wagon and made himself a drink. "I really don't think brother Gus cares much one way or the other about Kevin really. That's why he summers here from now on. Maybe I didn't tell you that's the way it'll be. If Gus had his way he'd give us the kid."