IPB-154 A Naughty Fourteen by Suzanne Mellows


Chapter 1


If Hal could see me now he would probably die all over again, thought 
Desiree Patton to herself wistfully as she looked through the window of 
her trailer out onto the rest of the trailer park. That I, the widow of 
a Colonel should be living in a trailer park, let alone working in one 
is a mystery to me ... if only I hadn't lost all Hal's money.


Upon the death of her older husband, young Desiree had floated off to 
Europe, taking with her six year old daughter and a nannie. Now Julia 
was fourteen and not only did they not have a nannie--they didn't even 
have a home to speak of. Desiree never could really understand what 
happened to her money either, apart from several bad investments the 
rest seemed to have drifted away from her in Paris, London and Monte 
Carlo, mostly Monte Carlo. Finally, impoverished and failing to find a 
rich European husband she had headed back to America only to find life 
was just as difficult there. Desiree was a reasonable waitress, mostly 
got jobs because of her face and her body and had emerged to support 
herself and her daughter in one restaurant and another for several 
years. Now, living on the trailer park, she worked in the Restaurant-
Nightclub on the property itself and for the first time in her life was 
managing to save a little money--hopefully to get herself a little 
house, somewhere ... she really didn't care where at this point.

Not that Desiree wasn't still a voluptuous and seductive woman, she 
was, it was just that she was tired of moving around and tired of men--
men who always wanted her body and never seemed to care beyond that. 
Until Mitch Holden, that was.

Desiree shivered now as she thought of Mitch, tall, blonde, blue grey 
eyes, handsome in an ugly sort of way--yet how could they be in love, 
he was only eighteen and she was thirty-four, it was ridiculous but it 
was true. Mitch had his own rock and roll group and played every night 
at the Club. Everyone said he was a fantastic musician though and that 
he would make the big-time eventually. Mitch, every day told her that 
he didn't care how long he had to wait, he wanted her body and soul. It 
made Desiree tremble all over to think that someone loved her that 
much. Of course her husband Hal had loved her, but then he had been so 
much older than her--there was no real passion in their relationship, 
father/daughter was more like it, everyone said so.

Desiree turned to look at herself in the mirror now. Life had been good 
to her body and face, if not her pocket. Now at thirty-four there was 
not a sign of age on her lovely face, her blonde, naturally curly hair 
still had the glisten of corn-silk, her azure blue eyes had the 
radiance of the sky about them and her body was as firm and toned as 
when she had been a girl of sixteen. Her breasts were large and melon 
like but firm and upthrust, her waist was narrow and her limbs, long 
and shapely--in fact Desiree Patton was quite a package.


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