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In today’s modern, fast-paced society, knowledge is the key to survival, whether it be the gut knowledge of the savvy ghetto hustler or the technical knowledge of the college-educated, successful businessman. The price of knowledge, of course, is innocence, but, conversely, the price of innocence is vulnerability.
An obvious example is the wholesale declination of the American Indian populace early in our history. Or the more commonplace example of the innocent and trusting small-town resident getting mugged during a visit to one of our large cities.
Christine Eglund is a woman who exhibits a basic innocence of the more sinister features of human behavior. A lonely widow of three years, she allows herself to be romanced by a man whose only interest in her is her money. Even worse, Christine’s family becomes involved — and victimized — by this unscrupulous con artist, and it is only through the timely intervention of her daughter’s boy friend that Christine is able to extricate herself from impending disaster, a sadder but wiser person in the end.
PEEPING FAMILY — a thought-provoking novel about exploitation, its perpetrators and its victims. Food for serious thought. A message for today’s society.
He’s going to fuck me!
Christine watched him come around the end of the sofa from the wet bar with the pair of drinks and knew in her mind that it was going to happen.
She felt her heart pound. She felt a thrill begin tingling through her belly, making her pussy-tunnel squirm warmly in a way it hadn’t for nearly three years.
“Here, Mrs. Eglund — try this and see if it doesn’t call forth faraway places and sugar-sand beaches under whispering palms for you and me.”
He smiled handsomely and sat beside her. She looked into the glass and squeezed her thighs together to try to stop the quick, shameless bloating of her trembling cunt-lips.
“All that from one daiquiri?” she laughed softly, trying to sound flippant and sure of herself.
His hip slid against hers and made her catch her breath. He watched closely as she sipped the drink. She felt like jelly under his gaze. After all this time, it was a frightening feeling, and it made her wish he were Carl.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.