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Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment lurking 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.
RAPED VIRGIN IN BONDAGE is the story of one young girl, Mona, who discovers that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. And she eventually discovers that she also enjoys them. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Mona, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
R#PED VIRGIN IN BONDAGE — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
Mona Johnson was in a hurry. She was already late for the church party, and it looked like she was going to be even later. The dark clouds threatened rain. She hated driving in the rain, especially in the new sports car that her father had just bought her.
Besides, she had known it was stupid to take a short cut. It was not so bad in the daylight but this section of road looked really bad at night. The road was empty and there were few houses. She hadn’t realized how deserted the way really was.
Perhaps she was pushing her new sports car a little hard. She suddenly felt the little sports car shudder. There was a loud popping noise.
“Oh no,” Mona said.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.