Daniel's life is not going to plan. He and his wife Carol are three months into a trial separation that he didn't want or understand. And now his seventeen-year-old daughter, Layla, has gone off into the night, on foot and barely dressed. His searches are in vain, and he's scared shitless. When he finally does find her, she's unrepentant and downright disrespectful. Something snaps inside him, and, for the first time ever, he raises his hand to her. He spanks her.
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
Dave Thurston has been dumped by the girl he thought he was going to marry; he wants a long-term partner, not a one night stand or a fuck buddy. He wants someone... for the long haul. / (Reviews)
A Story in the Planet Csadia Universe
Jacqui's life was hard as an orphan born in 2093. She went to a number of jobs which she mostly lost for petty theft, or refusing to co-operate with her boss. Along the way she learned to enjoy spanking. Eventually she ended up in jail with a three month sentence for petty theft
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Redwood Estate as I patrolled the neighborhood, the call for a "disturbance" involving two young women ringing in my ears. At first, I thought it was nothing—just a couple of kids making noise. But when I arrived, my heart skipped. Two identical girls, standing naked in the street, explained it was their family's tradition. The law had an exception for cultural practices, and there was nothing I could do.