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Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced, 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, of course, inevitably there is the advent of mate-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 teens set as the pattern of their own life style what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of what outwardly appears a normal, avenge American family. It is startling as a minor of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for this family, pleasures of the flesh are the norm.
Sitting on the wide sofa in the motel room with her smooth bare legs curled under her, Della Conway was idly chatting with Earl Morgan who was sitting in a huge padded chair facing the pretty woman. She was a lovely sight in the brief pair of black panties and bra that accented the creamy whiteness of her almost nude body. Her shimmering dark hair fell to her shoulders as her soft grey eyes danced with excitement. Della had been Earl Morgan’s secretary for three years, but it had only been for the past year that she’d been accompanying him to a motel about once a month. Not only was it good job security, but Della found Earl to be the most considerate and fantastic lover she’d ever known.
Della was a petite woman of thirty-seven, and no one would ever dream that she had a nineteen-year-old daughter at home. She had been knocked up by George Conway, their high school football hero when she was a junior and they were married a few months before Linda was born. He went on to college on a football scholarship, and Della accompanied him, taking odd jobs to help support the three of them. At the end of his senior year, Della presented George with their twins, Bobby and Betty. That was the same year George was drafted into professional football where he was a perennial all-pro linebacker until four years ago when injuries forced him to retire.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.