Incest Caretaker Mom

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Nearly two weeks later. Caroline looked through the bedroom window of the secluded home. Snow was falling, more than the news had predicted. She turned her attention back to her laptop. There wasn't much progress on the story. She knew the story she wanted to write, but she didn't know how to write it. It was like the words were struggling to be released.
She stared aimlessly at the word processor on her computer. An email came. It was from Jane:
Greetings,
We're in Germany now. About to catch a flight to Spain. How is everything? Are you enjoying the home? Any troubles? How is the story coming along? Let me know!
Jane
There were pictures attached to the email showing Jane's trip to Europe. The weather was in sharp contrast to the mild snow storm that Caroline was going through. Caroline picked up her phone and took pictures of the outside weather, and pictures of the nearly blank screen on the word processor.
She replied:
Hello,
I hope your trip to Europe is going well. It looks like a blast. Everything is going great here. Matt and I love this home. This is a wonderful place. The weather is a little rough, which means no snowboarding today. I've attached some pictures so you can see it. As for my story, I'm trying my best. Writing a book isn't as easy as I expected. But it's slowly coming along.
Thanks for checking in!
Caroline
The email was sent, and Caroline tried to get back to work writing her story. Once again, she was at a loss for words. There weren't any good ideas waiting to be written.
Another email came:
I'm headed to the airport soon. If you need some inspiration for your book, try looking at some of the boxes in the basement. There's plenty of literature there. If you need some romantic inspiration, the adult kind, try looking at the top shelf in the closet of the main bedroom. Those are my private things. Our secret. : ) See you in a few weeks.
Let me know if there are any interesting updates...
Jane
After reading the email, Caroline suddenly became curious. She wondered what Jane meant by romantic inspirations. She was curious, and there was no point in sitting around wondering. She got up and headed towards the closet. She stood on a chair to search the top shelf and then she found a large box.
The box was slightly dusty. She put it on the floor and opened it.
To Caroline's surprise, the contents of the box seemed tame. There weren't any sex toys, pictures, or videos, as she had expected. Instead, there was a small stack of paperback books. Caroline sifted through the stack and noticed that all of the books were very old and that they were all erotic stories.
The last book in the pile caught Caroline's attention. The book looked old and worn out. It was very large. On the cover was a naked man and woman. It was entitled, Stories of Love & Incest.
She was slightly taken aback that a highly respected university Dean would own a book of incest stories. It briefly crossed her mind that Jane had mentioned a "romantic" winter vacation with her husband and son. Maybe Jane had been reading too many dirty stories and got confused, Caroline thought.
After sifting through the pile, Caroline realized that none of the books would be useful to her. She wasn't planning to write a romance book or erotica. She was attempting to write something classy and respectable. She put the books back inside of the box, and she placed it back on top of the shelf where it belonged.
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