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For the girl in this story, Karen, drunken parents and a father who abused her were reasons enough to leave home. And though the reason is good, will it justify the end? What destiny lies in store for the runaway girl? Karen finds a home with a motorcycle gang, but the price she must pay is humiliation and degradation.
For the Karens in America, there’s no rest from their misery, no pleasure in their exile, no cure for the blight caused by a society that shuns the lonely, the despairing, the love lost. A story of a girl running from her love-impoverished past to seek a better future anywhere but home. A lesson for a society that seeks a better future.
Karen pulled the blouse tight around her body. Posing in front of the mirror delighted her. She gazed at the trim figure she saw reflected. The impudent tits poking firmly against the thin material clearly allowed the girl’s nipples to appear as two tiny mushrooms. The knockers themselves weren’t small. They were ample, more than ample if the way the studs in the high school looked at her was any guide.
The tight jeans looked as if they had been painted on her. The denim was stretched to the breaking point, especially around the smooth curve of her flaring ass. Trim legs were sheathed in the material to leave her bare feet poking out beneath.
She turned around a couple times and decided she looked good, damned good. No bragging, just simple fact.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.