People from their pasts influence their future.

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To Beverly's knowledge, having strawberries for breakfast wasn't all that unusual. Dipping them in whipped cream wasn't uncommon either. But spreading whipped cream over the body of a beautiful woman then eating the fruit from the surface of her taut, dark skin, well . . . She felt sorry for anyone who hadn't tried it.

It had only been a few months since Beverly had moved in, but had seemed like she had lived a lifetime in those many days. Raised by a fascist, religious zealot of a father, she had struck out one cold and rainy night to be rescued by...