Foreword

There are two worlds, anywhere you go-and two entirely different sets of people.

One of the worlds and one of the sets of people are visible. You see them as they come out, smiling, to go to work, or you see them standing in the checkout lines at markets, or waiting in banks and service stations and book shops.

The other world is hidden.

Walk down any street, look at the noncommittal facades of the houses, rich, poor, or in between. What's behind those walls? Love? Hate? Lust? And if it's lust, then for whom?

Ask any social worker. She'll tell you, quite frankly, that you don't know much about people if your ideas on sex are, well, conventional or routine. But if you: "Oh, well, sure. They're dealing with a low class of people," you need to ask other people.

More than ever before in the history of the world, people are finding their sexual outlets in the family. Mother/son, father/daughter, brother/sister. That's from psychiatrists, the ones who charge sixty bucks for fifty-five minutes. They don't waste time on poor people.

This somewhat wordy preface is by way of saying that incest, first degree incest, while still frowned on by the majority, is more open today. Not more common, just more open. And, to the sex-lover who really cares, this openness is welcome and beautiful.

"I never have cared a hang about conventional thinking," the author of this hard-hitting sex novel, Ms. Carolyn Hunt, says bluntly. "Plain people, people who need love and who find it, real love, sexual love, in the persons they love most-family, of course-deserve not only the sweetness of understanding but a round of heartfelt applause for their leadership."

"Leadership?" Yes, indeed, Ms. Hunt says. "Any man or woman, any boy or girl, who is sex hungry, disoriented, confused, frustrated-how marvelous for them to find love where it should always be-in the home."

Her views certainly deserve consideration, and she projects them in this book, as she always has, explicitly, with affection, good humor, scientific accuracy, and human warmth.

She brought this manufscript in one morning, not so long ago. She was accompanied by a tall, smiling, hearty looking gentleman who kept his arm around Ms. Hunt much of the time.

As they left, she blushed and waved at her companion. "I forgot she said. "This is my father, Michael Hunt. We're taking a little vacation trip to Mexico."

Bon Voyage, Carolyn. Bon Voyage, Mike.

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-THE PUBLISHERS Santee, California October, 1975