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My horny homeHis children by his first marriage. A sticky point. Alice flushed. She knew when she'd married this handsome man, she'd have this problem. She figured she could cope with it. So far, it hadn't worked out too well. Bob, the sixteen-year-old boy, wasn't the problem. It was Karen, the eighteen-year-old girl, who presented the heartaches. Alice smiled and nuzzled up to him. "It's not so much what they've done," she whispered. "It's what they might do. Karen, especially," she added. He frowned. "What's all this leading up to?" "I think it's about time you had a long talk with your daughter!" Alice propped up on the bed and stared deep into his troubled eyes. "About what?" he agonized. "About the facts of life. Karen's going on eighteen. In case you haven't noticed it, she's quite a young lady." "Hell, she's just a kid!" Like most fathers, he refused to admit his girl was growing up. To him, she was still a baby. Karen had long brown hair and soft, brown eyes. She was a sophomore at the nearby high school. A very pretty, very active girl, but to him, she was still just a baby. His little girl ...» |
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