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It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and monotony of modern society.
The majority of today’s men and women live in an overcrowded, noisy, competitive world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
Some of the characters in WHIPPED WIFE are desperate people: Matt Hathaway and the members of his depraved cult of demon worshipers. And others, like Matt’s beautiful young wife Diane, are the victims of the actions of these desperate people.
WHIPPED WIFE is a novel about the “quiet desperation” in so many of us — and the extremes to which it may drive us. A warning to us all in these confusing and often frightening times.
Diane Hathaway crossed her long, tapered legs and pushed her ass cheeks against the back of the living room couch as she rubbed the tall, cold glass slowly over her flushed cheeks. The blonde was trying to fight down the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. She lowered her eyes to the green carpet and tried to appear as if she were completely unconcerned with what was happening around her. But the way that man’s eyes were zooming in on her body for a close-up! The way his stares seemed to burn through her clothing and sear across her flesh made her skin crawl with excitement. Diane’s fingers trembled, making the ice rattle against the sides of the glass as she took another long sip of her drink.
“And that’s it, ladies. My company’s willing to take a chance on you if you’ll take a chance with us,” the tall, black-haired man said breezily as he flashed another hot glance at Diane. The nervous blonde felt her pussy stirring with the kind of hot excitement and lust that she swore she’d never give in to again. Diane knew only too well that it was this kind of feeling that got her into trouble every time.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BC-1012 in the original publications (a duplicate).