Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can’t even give a proper description.
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’Have you called the police?’
Rhoda nodded her head, sucking in a deep breath. Even now while talking with him, she felt her knees weaken once more. The feeling between her legs — that itchy, hot feeling that raced up and down her thighs — was coming back. Lately it came back whenever she stood near the man. Even now while talking about her missing daughter, Rhoda felt excited, turned on by Brad.
’But they said they’d have to wait twenty-four hours before they did anything. Lots of girls run away, they said. Cindy wouldn’t run away. She was too happy, too…’
Rhoda couldn’t finish her sentence. Thoughts of what her daughter might be going through terrified her. There had been stories of women disappearing off the streets, of young girls getting picked up, never to be seen again. She thought of these stories and moaned, sitting down on the edge of the sofa.
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