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While the negative aspects of egotism are all too apparent, it is also true that for a man or woman to function adequately and maturely in society it is necessary to have a certain amount of healthy self-confidence.
The successful businessman, the woman who rises in her chosen profession, the serenely happy and efficient housewife — all are imbued with the self-confidence necessary for them to skillfully carry out their chosen tasks.
When a man or woman lacks self-confidence on a sexual level, it can be apparent in every aspect of their lives. It is often necessary to be sure of one’s identity as a man or woman in order to be successful.
Susan Williamson suffers from a lack of sexual maturity and self-confidence, sure that she is unattractive and afraid to start a physical relationship with a man. It is only when her bouncy, inhibitionless young niece, Pamela, comes to stay with her for the summer that Susan begins to change, brought out by a girl half her age and yet much older both in terms of sexual experience and understanding.
NAUGHTY AUNT SUSAN is the story of a woman who at last comes to terms with her own sexuality, breaking the bonds of her own inhibitions and fears to take her place as a fully functioning, independent and sensual female.
None of the whole fucking mess would have happened if we’d had a pool of our own. But Daddy used to say it was foolish to spend all that money for installation and upkeep when he was paying dues at the club. If I wanted to swim, I could just trot on down. So a lot of it was his fault, or so it seems to me.
Mama and Daddy had gone downtown for the day. They were leaving for a month in Europe at the end of the week, and Mama said there were just millions of things that had to be taken care of. I wasn’t going along. That was a disappointment, in its way, because I’d never been to Europe, but on the other hand, being on my own for a whole month had its attractions.
They left me off at the club for a day of swimming, and that was how it started.
The pool wasn’t too crowded — mostly idle wives come to enjoy themselves — and I was floating around on my back, enjoying the flow of water across my body, when I happened to look towards the diving board.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-3340 in the original publications (a duplicate).