LLP-356 Daughter's Little Friend by Carl Tatem


Chapter 1


Alice Murphy turned on the bed, her long, satiny blonde hair cascading 
over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head that lay heavily 
back against it. A thin sheet covered her body from the warm Florida 
summer breeze that blew gently in from the open window.

She had the body of a lush Venus, its provocative curves traced in 
detail through the gossamer, clinging sheet. It barely hid the high-
set, round, widely spaced breast whose rose-tipped nipples clearly 
showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered down over a slender, 
girlish waist to round, luscious hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long, 
full-swelling thighs; breathtaking curved calves tapered down to thin, 
well-formed ankles. It was a body that would attract admiring attention 
from the most discriminating of men--and envy from women.

The honey-blonde hair on the pillow framed a heart-shaped face that 
would cause any male to turn his head when she passed. Her hazel eyes 
were set slightly apart, and she had a dainty, almost Doris Day nose, a 
full, ripe mouth, and a round, dimpled chin, and a soft, slightly 
tanned ivory complexion. But at the moment, her lovely face was drawn 
in lines of worry and dejection, and calm sleep escaped her, making her 
toss fretfully, moaning occasionally in a soft, sighing voice.

Alice was worried because of her daughter, Sandy. It was Friday night--
date night for all the girls in Sandy's high school--and her sixteen 
year old child was, like the others, out. That's all it ever seemed she 
was, Alice mused. Where have you been? Out. What did you do? Nothing 
... Alice wasn't afraid that Sandy was promiscuous or anything terrible 
like that; Sandy had been a virgin at the last checkup according to 
Doctor Webster, and she was a good girl by nature. But Alice was well 
aware of the traps and snares young people could fall into in this 
permissive age, and she had the natural fears which mothers, especially 
widowed mothers raising their children alone, have about the 
recklessness of innocent youth. And Sandy was dating Tommy Edgars, a 
boy older and obviously more experienced, and definitely not one to 
protect a girl, not if he could have his way with her. Tommy had been 
the basis of many a fight between her and Sandy, for Alice thought the 
boy was too good looking for his twenty years of age, almost 
overwhelmingly masculine, like a young Adonis, and there was something 
about him not trustworthy, though Alice couldn't put her finger on 
exactly what it was. Sandy, on the other hand, defended the few times 
he'd taken her out, saying her mother had been watching too many 
gangster movies on television lately. Alice could only hope and pray 
that her daughter's infatuation with the handsome youth would die a 
quick death, and she would get a puppy-love crush on some younger boy 
closer to her own age and class.


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