tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30561182011-07-29T01:30:18.157-07:00Mystery NovelMackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14678486685165011632noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3056118.post-42506172001-06-26T09:03:00.000-07:002010-02-16T10:12:29.171-08:00

Chapter One--Daddy's ChairDid I happen to mention that Charlene "Charlie" Chance is sixteen and a half years old, with pink hair and green eyes; that her Daddy was, even still is, a highly successful Hollywood, California hairdresser, and her mama is good-looking: a Chinese-American nymphomaniac B-Movie Sexpot? No! Well? Then it just goes to show that not every woman was cut out to be a

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Chapter Two--Daddy's CarA red Corvette pulled up to the curb. The doorman of the Knickerbocker in his uniform and cap, after hesitation of a moment's admiration, stepped up to the car, and to pretty blue-eyed 17 year old Amanda, whose blonde hair was quite well-blown about her face and shoulders after the top-down drive from the West Hollywood Strip."Good Morning, ladies. Are you here for the

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