She looked down at her naked, curvaceous nude body and saw the mass of burnished marks and rose-colored bruises around her breasts and inner thighs. Her rich, full dark-tipped breasts were nearly raw, and light exploration of her pubic area with her fingers proved to be exceedingly painful. She tried to tentatively feel between her black soft hair and down between the swollen, inflamed lips of her well-fucked cunt, but she couldn't; she had to grip the edge of the bureau from the sharp spasm of ache which lanced from her pussy up through her belly.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," she chanted, and then forcing back tears and a wracking sob, she opened the closet next to her and took out a chenille robe Roger had given her the previous Christmas. She slipped it over her lithe, trembling nakedness and buttoned it part way down, then holding the bottom portion with her hand, she stepped out into the hallway, almost fearful that her innocent daughter would see her like this.

In the kitchen, after plugging in the percolator, Lonnie glimpsed a sheet of ruled notepaper on the table. She crossed and picked it up and saw that it was a message from Jennifer in her neat, round handwriting.

Mom, it read, Have gone for the day with Stan. Hope you don't mind. Will be back tonight. Love Jennifer.

Lonnie crumpled the note and flung it from her. Poor, naive Jennifer. Her daughter was with this Lubin boy – did her day also include being with Tamera Oliss and her boyfriend, Vic Cain? Lonnie shuddered and sunk to one of the chairs, miserably placing her chin in her palms. Cylvia Oliss, how that "friend" had fooled her! Was her daughter the same way? Was Jennifer safe with Stan and Vic and Tamera… or were they all as depraved as Tamera's mother, and were trying to lead little Jennifer into the same kind of wild, salacious life as Cylvia had introduced Lonnie to? The horror of having her young teen-age offspring having her tender mind and body warped by the corruption that Cylvia represented made her almost want to vomit.