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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
Her Young Lover
ONEThe car stopped. Its headlights switched from low to high beams and all but blinded Nora Rigby. But, even more disconcertingly, they made her feel stripped in her sheer, summer evening dress. Behind the glare, unseen eyes must be staring at her. She needed no sixth sense to tell her so-the purpose behind the high beam was obvious. And when the lights went off and she saw the three teenaged youths get from the car and come purposefully toward her and Phil, her husband, she had a, premonition of what was to happen.Rape, she thought. I'm going to be assaulted!Just why the idea should have leaped instantly into her mind she could not, later, exactly say. Perhaps because of some stories she had recently read in the limited local press of situations exactly like this: a car broken down on a lonely road-the dark of night-youthful group violence. Perhaps because of gossip about other incidents supposed to have occurred although never reported to the press or the police-who would probably have recognized what she sensed and given it a name on their blotter-MO. Modus operandi. Certain species of criminals were identifiable because they generally behaved in a predictable fashion under predictable circumstances. Or perhaps she thought as she did because the possibility of being violated is never entirely out of a beautiful woman's awareness, though it may lurk so deeply in the abysses of the mind that she is actually unconscious of it-unless it is brought to a conscious level by some sensed threat or menace.Too, only moments before she had seen the trio, her thoughts had been on sex-though of a different kind...Now the three came to where Phil was just finishing changing a fiat tire on the Buick and she stood watching him. Phil, also sensing danger, tried to pull the handle from the jack to use as a weapon. The handle stuck. Phil was unable to remove it.Oh, God; what are we to do, Nora thought wildly. And then: Don't let them hurt Phil-please!The road was a winding, two-lane route through the hills behind town. No other cars were in sight. The only lights, other than Phil's emergency lantern with its red blinker, were a half-mile or more away. Dense woods covered both sides of the road.Phil still struggled to free the jack handle but paused to look at Nora and say, his voice alarmed, tensely off key, "Get in the car, honey. Lock the doors."It was too late for her to obey. The three were too close. One moved to stand between her and the Buick.