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Excerpts:

“Was he [father] – none of the girls really believed this, but to contemplate it was a wonderful little explosion in their heads -- …dealing drugs or doing abortions in his office?” (p.25).

“They [daughters] up in the late sixties…smoking a little dope and sleeping with their classmates were considered political acts…[S****] was the one with ‘non-stop boyfriends’” (p.29).

“The youngest daughter…dropped out of college…had to travel thousands of miles to sleep with him…discovered that once they could enjoy the forbidden fruit, they lost their appetite. They broke up…met a tourist on the street…just like that…they fell in love” (p.29).

“…she [the youngest] tossed her diaphragm in the first bin at [an airport]…[her father] found love letters…the German man’s small, correct handwriting mentioned unmentionable things— bed conversations were recreated on the thing blue sheets of aerogramme letters” (p.29).

[father asks] “Has he deflowered you?...Have you gone behind the palm trees?...Are you a whore?...[she responds] ‘It’s none of your fucking business!’” (p.30).

“…clothes always folded before lovemaking” (p.73)…”He [J***] pulled her [Y*****] forward…pried his tongue between her lips…”. She tells him no. “It’s just a kiss...for Christ’s sake!” (p.75)

“lying in bed with the lights off…J***’s hand slipped down to her hips, beating a beat…your face is a perfect heart…He discovered this every time he wanted to make love to her…he rolled towards her body…his mouth blew a piccolo on her breasts” (p.76).

“Shit!” [she yells]…”Fuck!” (p.77).

“…the first pornographic poem I’d ever co-written [Y******]…didn’t know it was pornographic until R*** [another boy] explained to me all the word plays and double meanings…” (p.93).

“…kisses had migrated from behind my ear to my neck” (p.94).

“…smoking a little dope, drinking a lot…heavy rooms for dropping acid or taking mushrooms…pungent smell of marijuana” (p.95).

“Jesus Christ,” [R***] says…”I’m not going to fucking rape you!” (p.95)

“His [R***’s] bed was a mattress on the floor, the American flag draped over it for a coverlet…cuddling and kissing, R***’s hand exploring down my blouse…afraid I’d get pregnant. ‘From getting felt up?’ R*** said with sarcasm…If R*** had said, Sweet lady, lay across my big, soft bed and let me touch your dear, exquisite body, I might have felt up to being felt up” (p.96).

Research by M. Lyn