PR-3001 EBOOK

PR-3001 EBOOK
PR-3001 EBOOK
Three Naughty Girls by George Loomis
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The younger generation’s going to pot — a statement heard in Roman times, a maxim that’s been labeled by many Americans simply “The Generation Gap”, a phrase that makes many of today’s youth even more suspicious of the older generation.

Today hundreds of young boys and girls are running away from home, perhaps. Not to escape truth but to find it. For them it’s an escape from a society that created Viet Nam; it’s a road to free themselves from the mistrust that made Watergate. But along the way many of them will stumble, stymied by the conflict of inner desires versus the vestiges of social taboos.

In the case of the three young girls in this story, the escape is likewise to something rather than away from something. But what they find in a world of depravity in which their inexperience becomes their worst enemy.

THREE NAUGHTY GIRLS — a novel about today’s youth for tomorrow’s society.

“Wow, I’ll bet he’s got a nice big cock!” Angela Hart whispered excitedly to her two companions as the muscular young man walked past them on the narrow sidewalk.

Angela, her sister, Coralee, and the pair’s best friend, Reina Escorial, were on the make for the first time in their lives, and it was obvious by the husky tone of Angela’s voice that she was not about to waste much time in fixing the three of them up.

She was cool! The minute that Mr. and Mrs. Hart had decided to accept Mr. and Mrs. Escorial’s invitation to cruise down to La Paz, Angie had called the other two girls to her room for meetings about what they’d do in their parents’ absence. Somehow, they’d make it down to the beaches of Santa Vaca County, find some boys, have a ball. Even if their folks had hired that tough, smart Miss Thatcher to watchdog them.

And then, no more than an hour after the two sets of parents had departed, with Miss Hart looking anxiously at her watch, and Mr. Hart looking impatiently at his, and with Miss Hart saying: “You girls will be all right; I’m sure Miss Thatcher has just been delayed!” Well, that was when the miracle had happened. A phone call from Miss Thatcher. A pained and panicky phone call. Angie had taken the telephone call. And when she cradled the phone and turned to the others, her face was a study in triumph and purpose.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

Note: This story is the same as catalog number PP-8066 in the original publications (a duplicate).

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