Painting the Roses Red



By Beagle9690



September 2008





Shakespeare wrote: "What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."



When I first met her, she was Blanche, Blanche Rousseau.

I assumed she was somewhat of a recluse spinster caring for her elderly bedridden father.

At least that was the consensus of most of my neighbors.



I lived in the

A young Mexicana chola gets lured into an outing to the lake with her four male cousins. By the time they are done with her, she is converted from a sweet virgin into a man crazy, breeding slut.

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