Things had settled down for two or three years, and then Phil had begun imagining that Stella was seeing his neighbors, or fooling around with her friends' husbands. In the quiet, residential neighborhood where they lived, Stella Burnside was far and away the most gorgeous looking woman around, with her striking jet-black hair and her animated, perfectly featured face. That was not to mention the exaggerated hour-glass of her figure. Even after having Jackie, Stella had a smaller waist than a teenager, and her magnificent breasts were the whispered talk of Carmichael. She had long, shapely show-girl legs, flowing gracefully from her erotically curved hips and buttocks, and she always dressed to perfection, in clothes that showed off her assets nicely.

Any man in Phil's position as this incredible creature's husband would have been watchful, it's true. But Phil over-reacted. He took to locking Stella in the house all day while he was at work at the Board of Equalization, just to make sure that she didn't go out shopping where someone might see her and get ideas. Then, he began accusing her of sneaking around behind his back, meeting men he knew and men he merely imagined… And there was nothing the raven-haired mother could do about it!

When Jackie was twelve, and her young breasts were beginning to bud, Phil had taken an inordinate interest in his daughter's development, transferring some of his paranoia about his wife to the delicate blonde figure of his daughter. He'd drive Jackie to school, thereby missing an hour of work, and then he'd take a late lunch so he could bring her home, too. He imagined that the leering young adolescents in the junior high school where she went had only one purpose in life, and that was to get inside Jacqueline Burnside's sheer pink panties. No wonder the girl was afraid of men!