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Herb and Betty Smith have gone out of their way to be “liberal and understanding” parents, not wishing their children, Rick and Cindy, ever to feel guilty or inhibited about their natural bodily functions, including sex. As this novel shows, the Smiths’ great error is going too far in this well-meaning direction. They fail to provide their children with any morality at all, and in their uninhibited quest for pleasure, Rick and Cindy trample upon one sexual prohibition after another, prohibitions established by tradition to keep society intact. The result is emotional chaos for the Smith family.
They had been in the woods nearly a week now, and Herb Smith was bored pissless. He suspected the rest of the family felt the same way. Sitting in his folding canvas chair in front of the tent, pretending to inspect his fishing equipment, Herb glanced at his wife Betty, who was filing her nails and yawning. His son, Rick was staring moodily into space. His daughter Cindy looked half asleep as she valiantly attempted to read a book.
So much for getting back to Nature.
Herb sighed to himself. He’d set aside his entire annual vacation and lavished several hundred dollars on camping equipment in this mistaken venture. He had thought that by getting his family out of Chicago and taking them to the unspoiled wilds of Yellowstone he might somehow reestablish the togetherness they had lost. With no other people around, and with no distractions like television and movies and restaurants, Herb hoped they might begin communicating with each other again.
He’d obviously been wrong. Everyone was palpably bored and longing to be back in their suburban ranch home. And Herb was not only bored, he was achingly, endlessly horny. Again he glanced at his wife Betty. She caught his eye and gave him a vague look of recognition, certainly not the avid and eager glance of a woman who might want to slip off into the woods for a quick session of love-making.
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