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As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
A good case in point is Charles Manson, a person who never learned about good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high political office today offers another example.
Jenni Wexford is a child of the present. Living the life of the existential hedonist, she refuses to worry about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today, and the pleasures it brings. For Jenni, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, carrying no moral overtones.
And so when she seduces Roy, a lover from her mother’s past and her future stepfather, Jenni has no idea that she is starting a chain of events that will lead to some traumatic revelations and a rethinking of her entire lifestyle — for Jenni it began only as a game, a harmless bit of fun.
DO ME, DADDY! — the story of a young girl who embodies the attitude of many in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one which holds a lesson for us all.
When the doorbell rang, I was stretched out by the pool wearing sunglasses and tanning oil.
“Oh, fuck!” I griped, reaching for the strip of scarfing that makes a nice, slinky wraparound dress when tied in place. I tied it in place and stomped through the house to answer the door, not appreciating the interruption at all.
My head was on the verge of splitting. Mom was away for a day or two, and I’d spent last evening drinking her vodka and playing with my pussy. It was okay at the time, but I was paying for it now, and I was ready to bite the head off whoever had come around to bother me.
I opened the door, snarl in place, and looked way, way up into a man’s face.
“Uncle Roy!” I hollered, forgetting all about being hung over and in a bitchy mood. He smiled and I threw myself on him for a big hello kiss. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me right off the floor.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-1048 in the original publications (a duplicate).