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Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment existing behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of sexual fantasies brought to life.
This is the story of a mother and daughter who gradually discover that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. Their story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, their behavior and fantasies become a norm.
CHAINED MOTHER AND DAUGHTER —a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
“I don’t know why I had to come on this trip, anyway,” Diane Kendrick told her mother. “I hate riding in a car for a long time.” Vicky Kendrick looked over at her teenaged daughter and shook her head. Diane was being a real pain in the ass about their going on a vacation together. Diane wanted to stay at home and spend the summer running after boys. Vicky didn’t like a lot of the boys her daughter had been running after. At times she wasn’t even sure that she liked her daughter very much.
The trouble was that they were too much alike.
They were both sexy looking redheads with green eyes, but the problem was that Diane didn’t mind showing her body off. At that moment, Diane was wearing a short green skirt that clung like a second skin to her body. It was evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.