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A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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CHAPTER ONEThe big Greyhound rolled down the seemingly endless ribbon of highway, leaving behind miles of dull countryside.I gazed through the dusty window. The rolling hills still green, though summer was almost over, did nothing for my bad temper. I wished the trip would end, yet deep down, I wasn't sure I wanted to get there at all.I still carried traces of my big disappointment. The summer of carefree fun hadn't succeeded in erasing my doldrums.After graduating from teachers' college last year, I'd had such high hopes of landing a job in a big school in the city, but to my utter dismay, the best I could get was a job in a country school in some hick town that I had never heard of. A jerkwater place with less than a thousand inhabitants. It was a county seat school with kids coming from all over the county. It ran from first grade through high school, all in the same building.I was so damned dismal with the whole situation that I actually cried. I finally took it, hoping for better picking next year.I'm a history major and here I wind up the whole damn history department for some dumb-dumb country school.I just know I'll be bored to death with all the country yokels, and I refuse to enjoy a single minute of my sentence in "Siberia." Not that I'm such a swinger or hot society broad, but I do like men, probably more than any decent girl should, or at least will admit. I like a good time now and then, and to have somewhere to go and things to do when I get there, especially with a man who doesn't have hay in his ears.Hey! You're probably wondering who I am. Well, dear, I'm Sharon Gordon-of the Hale Gordons-and my folks are very strict; you could even call them square. My free-wheeling attitude is undoubtedly due to their over-attentiveness to my morals and lady-like demeanor. I'm one choice broad, if you'll pardon what might sound conceited and my unshy manner. Any lucky young stud who's had the pleasure of my young, full body-and there have been a few-will attest to the sweetness of fulfilling a girl who really-likes it. I may even mention a choice interlude or two, later on, for those of you who are red-blooded enough to stick with me through this journal of my adventures of amour in the country. But I digress from the tale at hand, and besides I get hot just thinking about them. And I surely can't slip my hand in my panties for a quick feel to soothe my "dolly" in broad daylight, on a bus yet, now, can I?
