Over the burning, yearning years, you've marveled at some of the more SECRET posts here at AEET (click HERE if you've missed them!) And now, as we enter into a-- oh, WTF ever-- it's time once again to lower our standards for another moaning, groaning, smashing, crashing, super trash-o-drama-rama! This particular issue of Dell's debauchery filled Modern Romances from April 1968 came out just one month before I was born (ain't that nice?), and represents a startlingly reprehensible ensemble of Grade Z quivers and shivers. I always enjoy how the covers of these typically feature a smiling, wholesomely squeaky clean looking beauty... but once you crack this thing open, NOBODY in these stories on the pages inside is smiling about anything, (unless they're getting off, or getting away with murder!) Yes, only a rag like this could paint pictures of babies being more brutal than bikers!
So dust off your granny nightgowns and come along for the ride-- you will of course be sorry that you did!