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One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any night of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of “entertainment”. Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or secret agents gunning down other secret agents, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed daily in the streets and homes of America.
The thing that Fay Robinson, a young and inexperienced woman, failed to realize, could very well be a lesson for all of us as we sit in our living rooms soaking up TV’s phony violence. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or r#pe or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Fay Robinson’s degradation at the hands of people like these may have been avoided had she had more “respect” for this dangerous element in society, and had she heeded the warning signs. But her innocence and possibly the false picture of violence she and all of us receive through the entertainment media made her reckless in her dealings with those who follow no code of morality.
SECRETARY IN CHAINS–a serious novel of blind lust and depravity, in which can be found an important message.
Fay Robinson pushed open the wooden sauna door. Dressed in a light skirt and blouse, she felt foolish walking into a steaming room to deliver some papers to the tennis pro at the Grand View Tennis Resort. Fay turned and looked over her shoulder at the young man motioning her to go in. He smiled reassuringly at her and winked. Fay turned back and stepped resolutely into the sauna room, the heavy door thudding ominously shut behind her. Immediately the steam began gluing her blouse to her flesh, causing her shapely breasts to stand out starkly.
At first she could see nothing through the vapor. “Jerry Hunt?” she called timidly. Someone stirred to her left and grunted. Fay stepped closer and stopped frozen when she saw the naked man and woman locked together, lying on towels spread over the wooden bench against the left wall.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.