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In MOTHER LOVER, for Cathy Corby and Chris Robinson, with the most traumatic aspects of their respective sexual initiations behind them, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying few emotional ties or moral overtones. That is, until the two teenagers meet and get together during an idyllic summer vacation, convinced that their destinies lie together. But a dark shadow hangs over their unwittingly carefree happiness, and it is Cathy’s own mother who must reveal the painful secret.
Their story in MOTHER LOVER is one in which hypocrisy and old taboos threaten the new-found happiness of two modem-day teenagers. It is a warning to society of the many pitfalls life has to offer.
Cathy stood on the deserted beach. It had taken her half an hour to gather the pile of rocks and stones at her feet. She looked up and down the strand to see if anyone was nearby and, seeing no one, she bent over and picked up a stone. She drew back her arm and flung the rock with all her might onto the incoming waves. “FUCK!” she screamed.
Again and again she repeated the process, the heap of rocks disappearing much faster than it had been accumulated, and each time Cathy let fly she wailed the obscenity once again, wailed it despairingly, as though it were the last pitiful utterance of a broken heart.
Perhaps it was. Perhaps at this very moment Cathy was experiencing the most downcast and disconsolate emotions of her life. Eighteen-year-old girls tend to be extreme in their feelings and reactions at the best of times and, if anyone had been there to ask her, Cathy would undoubtedly have replied that she felt just like dying.
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