Sue and her husband have Tom come to do some work around their house. While the husband is out of town, Sue treats Tom and he realizes in the end that his whole job was to "do Sue".
If you've ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, "This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing," then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn't just a parody. It's a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn't need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale
I spied on Mom many times. I watched her undress, and fuck Dad--many times. I masturbated, thinking about her. I didn't care about the rules--that it was taboo, perverted. I had to have her. But would she have me?
The divorce was final. I had full custody of our daughter, Laney. She had just turned fourteen. This is my memory of our first night together at my place. She wanted to take a bath. She wanted me to be in the bathroom next to the tub. She wanted me to wash her. I did.