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Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.*************Charlene Kane stepped out of the car, straightened her short skirt, and turned to the boy. Thanks, Tom, she said.Tom smiled. You don't think your mother will be mad, do you? It's two o'clock.Not my mother, Charlene laughed. You know Sonja better than that!Then she leaned forward and gave the boy a smallish peck on the cheek, an incongruous peck in light of what they'd been doing earlier.Bye, for now, she said, and started up the walkway toward the shrub-lined house. It was a beautiful night and Charlene thought to herself it was a shame to walk indoors, away from it; this would be a perfect night for swimming in the nude. But no no time for that. Besides, she wasn't especially happy with the way the evening had turned out.Tom had been nice enough and things had gone pleasantly, but she certainly hadn't been brought to the pitch of excitement she had anticipated. But then, maybe she had expected too much. Maybe her girl friends had been putting her on when they told her how way-out their sexual experiments had been. Maybe this this partly satisfactory, lukewarm experiment with Tom was all there was to it. She hoped not. And deep in the recesses of her mind, she thought not.But, all in all, Tom had been nice, and though he hadn't provided what she sought, she none the less felt that she had been close for however short a period of time to someone. And that was a definite plus. Being shuttled, as she was, between her divorced parents, she had begun to feel like a much mailed but never accepted parcel.Finally, the key worked in the sticky lock. She opened the door as quietly as possible, but, as always, it creaked. She loved the old house on Laurel Canyon and always looked forward to her court-approved visits with Mom. But this time, unfortunately, her usual joy was dampened. The circumstances of this homecoming were altogether different from those previous visits. This time, Charlene felt, her whole life was on the line. Earlier, she had had an urge to come straightaway to her mother to blurt out the awful recent events in a torrent of words and tears but then had recalled how her mother was always easier to talk to in the morning. She was glad, in retrospect, that she had accepted the date with Tom even if she had used him principally as an escape.
