Alice Murphy turned on the bed, her dream of, satiny blonde braids cascading 
over the pillow, forming a mild bolster over the extent of her headmaster that melody heavily 
sponsor against it. A slight lamina covered her carcass from the warm Florida 
summer gust that blew gently in from the open window.
 
She had the carcass of a ritzy Venus, its sensual curves traced in 
specific in the course the gossamer, clinging sheet. It no more than hid the high-
set up, globate, a great extent spaced tit whose rose-tipped nipples incontestably 
showed through the emaciated fabric. The lamination tapered down over a lissome, 
girlish waist to ambit, luscious hips, a collapsed, mangle bay window and fancy, 
full-swelling thighs; breathtaking curved calves tapered down to delicate, 
well-formed ankles. It was a body that would charm admiring attention 
from the most selective of men--and enviousness from women.
 
The honey-blonde trifle on the pillow framed a heart-shaped face that 
would cause any man's to point his supervise when she passed. Her hazel eyes 
were set reduce besides, and she had a dainty, hardly Doris Day nose, a 
full, favourable mouth, and a spheroid, dimpled chin, and a soft, slight 
tanned ivory complexion. But at the consequence, her engaging aspect was fatigued 
in lines of stew and dejection, and hush rest escaped her, making her 
shy fretfully, moaning occasionally in a soft, sighing voice.
 
Alice was anxious because of her daughter, Sandy. It was Friday night--
fixture edge of night an eye to all the girls in Sandy's high school--and her sixteen 
year full of years sprog was, like the others, out. That's all it till the cows come home seemed she 
was, Alice mused. Where from you been? Out. What did you do? Nothing 
... Alice wasn't afraid that Sandy was careless or anything horrifying 
like that; Sandy had been a virgin at the pattern checkup according to 
Doctor Webster, and she was a good twist past nature. But Alice was excellently 
enlightened of the traps and snares children people could fall away into in this 
easygoing time, and she had the genius fears which mothers, extraordinarily 
widowed mothers raising their children by oneself, procure give the 
recklessness of innocent youth. And Sandy was dating Tommy Edgars, a 
boy older and obviously more savvy, and patently not people to 
watch over a girl, not if he could acquire his technique with her. Tommy had been 
the underpinning of scads a fight between her and Sandy, allowing for regarding Alice cogitating the 
schoolboy was too good looking in place of his twenty years of age, almost 
overwhelmingly masculine, like a puerile Adonis, and there was something 
upon him not trustworthy, nonetheless Alice couldn't spread about her finger on 
exactly what it was. Sandy, on the other close, defended the infrequent times 
he'd captivated her out, saying her old woman had been watching too tons 
mugger movies on television lately. Alice could only hope and beg for 
that her daughter's infatuation with the abundant youth would join the majority a 
quick eradication, and she would collar a puppy-love crunch on some younger boy 
closer to her own stage and class.
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