Uncle Hiram might be dead, but Jeff still hated the self-righteous bastard. Hated how the sanctimonious child-molester could reach out from the grave like some deviant ghost to keep him from marrying the girl he loved, his cousin, Molly, the late, unlamented Hiram Wright's niece and one-time plaything.
Cindy Mitchell, young wife and newly minted nurse, had hesitated, but said yes when the handsome black orderly propositioned her. What the long-legged brunette thought would a one-time, after work fling soon became much more. Their loving-making would move from the backseat of his car to a motel bed and even the nurse's station on her ward. For "...while she might still love her husband, she wanted, even needed, to be with this new, incredible lover again, and again, and again."
It was an odd foursome. A white brother and his kid sister formed one couple. The other pair were cousins, and black. The men had been Army buddies. The women were college friends. The sexual adventures that followed would leave them all content, well mixed, and maybe matched.
On a cold, rainy winter day, he found the love of his life. On another cold, rainy winter day, he lost her. Now he waits in the cold winter rain for their reunion.
The story of, Kelly Layton, a sexuall liberated small-town girl back home from college and looking for love in all the family places, beginning with a weekend of brotherly love.
