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In a sense, MARY’S DOG ACT is a simple morality play. It traces the rise and descent of innocence lost in a simple, direct, yet gripping style that will, we hope, cause the reader to ponder the question: If money can’t buy happiness, can it perhaps take man as close as he’ll ever get to that goal?
Was the poet right when he told us that the world “hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain”?
The young woman lying on the bed had kicked off the covers so she was naked but for a flimsy pink nightgown that just reached the upper swells of her thighs. Her body was lush under its provocative covering, her long legs graceful where they lay side by side in careless slumber. The hypnotic company of a pop radio station drifted in from the living room, enveloping her in the strains of a top forty tune. Otherwise she was alone, asleep, her body recovering its energies for another long workday.
But Mary Kelly was not quite asleep, for the fingers of one hand were creeping down over the generous curve of one hip until they reached bare thigh-and then began to work back up underneath her nightgown, seeking out the hidden juncture between her legs.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned softly, in a voice that was heavy with drowsiness. “That’s nice. It’s very nice.”
Mary knew she was beautiful. She spent long hours in front of the mirror gazing at her spun-gold mop of blonde curls, her innocent wide-eyed face and her full, high-breasted body. She’d come to the big city to make her fortune, relying on her good looks as the key to a life of glamour and high living. But so far she hadn’t gotten any farther than the lingerie counter in Turner’s department store.
But in her dreams-there, she had made considerably more progress.
“Oh yes, do it to me like that,” she moaned as her fingers grazed lightly over the soft down of her pubic hair. “I want my pussy to feel all wonderful inside.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.