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Kurt Doom

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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, 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 hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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Cross Dressing Father

Kurt Doom

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

He parked the car and got out. He was a handsome man in his early forties. He was six feet tall, lean, with a runner's slender physique.

He had dark brown hair and soft brown eyes. He wore a pale blue shirt, slacks, cowboy boots and carried a small overnight bag.

The Dorando had been built at the turn of the century. In better days, it had been one of the premier hotels in Dallas. By now it had slipped some and was no longer a first class hotel. It housed mostly traveling salesman and middle class visitors to the city. It was a bit shabby and not quite respectable.

Nelson entered the lobby. He didn't know it, but he was being followed.

Nelson spoke to the man at the desk. The clerk rang upstairs and told a tenant in the hotel that Nelson Froline had arrived. The tenant said to send him up.

Nelson picked up his bag, entered the elevator and rode up to the sixth floor.

A moment later, the man who was following Nelson entered the hotel. His name was Tyler Reed and he was a private detective.

He was a long, lean, raw-boned man who looked like an old time cowhand. He had high cheekbones and gray eyes. He wore a cowboy hat, a shirt, jeans and boots.

The clerk at the desk was a fussy, fidgety man with glasses. Reed asked him which room Nelson Froline had gone up to and who he was seeing.

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