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Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun. But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another — and another — to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This story is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.
SWINGING SON AND DAUGHTER — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
Kathy Marshall lazily stretched her voluptuous body under the midday sun as she relaxed on the patio in her very brief bikini. Brushing her long blonde hair back, she dropped her free hand over the side of the chaise lounge, reaching for the long cool drink that her husband Wayne had just placed on the flagstones beside her. It was Sunday and she would soon have to go in and fix brunch for them, but for the moment, she just wanted to relax and sip her drink.
Glancing fondly at her husband, who was hunched in a chair reading the Sunday papers, she couldn’t help but admire his lean bronzed body as he sat wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Wayne was just thirty years old, seven years older than Kathy, and they’d been married for almost two years. He was a very successful account executive at a local television station, and his future was filled with promise.
Since the first day Wayne had gone to work there, Paul Weaver, the owner of the station, and his very attractive wife, Anne, had taken the young couple right to their hearts. Although the Weavers were a few years older and had teenaged children, they always included Wayne and Kathy in all their social activities. As a matter of tact, they’d been invited over to the Weavers’ home this evening for a barbecue and swim.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.