Two Hot Families by Ron Taylor
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It has been said that every person has some secret passion within his soul — some hidden urge, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret may be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite, but regardless, it is a motivating force, which may hold unusual consequences.

In TWO HOT FAMILIES, Barbara Gifford is swept into adventures she could have only fantasized. The neglected child of a widower, she pursues a most obvious course — a substitute family. And when her father and a substitute family meet, her youthful decision is challenged.

TWO HOT FAMILIES — a dramatic representation of the foibles and weaknesses of those who seek the pleasurable, a startling insight into the frailties of human nature.

I took off my dress and lay down on the bed wearing just bra and panties. I looked around. This room would be my home for the next year — maybe longer, if Daddy thought I was making acceptable progress at the school. It wasn’t bad — a little bare right now, for I’d just moved in last evening. My roommate wasn’t here yet, either. Once she arrived and we set about decorating to fit our particular tastes and styles, it would be a lot more homey. If a boarding school room can ever really be like home. Whatever home is like.

On an impulse, I got up from the bed and hurried to my desk, where I’d already hidden my stash. Possession wasn’t encouraged at this school, but there was no automatic expulsion penalty, so I didn’t feel too paranoid. I unzipped the leather pouch and took out one of the joints I’d rolled yesterday afternoon on the plane ride down. The first toke reminded me of how good this special Colombian really was, and I savored it all the way down my tubes. The air started growing pungent with the smell of burning grass and I sniffed appreciatively between hits on the stick.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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