Wayward Parts

By Libby Kramer

Teenaged Cheryl has lived in the shadow of her mother’s beauty her entire life. But when an anonymous donor pays for the surgery Cheryl needs to be a normal teenager, she goes from being a hunchback to a beauty. When her mother invites the new Cuban priest to their Iowa farm, Cheryl finds herself in the throes of an overwhelming sexual obsession.

When Cheryl is finally able to meet her obsession head-on, she finds herself face to face with a memory from the past that turns her desire on its head. And in spite of having colorful siblings; a clairvoyant younger sister and an older brother with Tourette’s, no one shocks this large farm family more than Cheryl’s stunning mother.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Libby Kramer
• Release date: Sep 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301847310

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Wayward Parts

By Libby Kramer

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Copyright 2013 by Libby Kramer

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Chapter One

When I was a little girl, some of my brothers and I saw a man, while we were playing in the woods by the river, with a certain part of himself hanging out of his trousers that shouldn’t have been. Sticking out was more like it. He seemed very happy that way, and engaged us in conversation while we stared at the front of his pants. My brothers were a little older than me, including my twin brother who happened to be all of six minutes older. How he used to lord that over me. But that aside, this man, who told us his name was Mike, was especially interested in talking to me, and asking me questions.

Have you ever seen one of these before? he asked, smiling down at me.

No, I lied, with my eyes big and staring. I had the idea in the back of my head that I shouldn’t admit to having seen such a thing. Of course I had seen one of those before. I have seven brothers. What do you think?

Do you ever take baths with your brothers? he wheedled.

I had been bathing with my brothers as long as I could remember. We had an old farm house with a cistern that used to threaten to run out of water during the drought years. We conserved water by having the littlest kids share a couple inches of bathwater first, then just kept adding more hot water as the next set of kids were thrown in the tub. The oldest kids got the dirtiest, but the deepest, water. It was a tradeoff. But I digress.

Finally I whispered that yes, I took baths with my brothers. He had me there.

And you’ve never seen one of these? he laughed. Ass hole.

We ran home, which was