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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