Chapter 4
CAREFUL - CHILDREN AT PLAY
What type of male becomes a client of the teen-aged prostitute? Is he married? Does he have children of the same age as those whom he pays to make love? Is the number of such customers decreasing or on the increase?
"The first thing men in the vice squad learn about those who seek out teen-girls as prostitutes is that we cannot generalize about them," said one authority. "They come from nearly every walk of life, many of them are married and have children, and I'd say that most of them are not very different from you or me."
Regarding the amount of business teen-agers can expect in the future, he continued, "Prostitution follows the economy of the nation and the city where it exists. When times are good, so is the prostitution trade. When the economy is pinched, the prostitutes feel it too. But I would say that there are more men paying for teen-girls today than ever before. The reason - I don't really know. Maybe it's the emphasis that's placed on youth today. More men are influenced by this emphasis, which makes them more aware of their own fading sexual capacities. So, they try to have their own youth rejuvenated by a visit to a highly stimulating teen-aged girl."
Psychiatric authorities feel that most men who become customers of teen-aged girls have deep-rooted psychological problems. The immature, the sexually inferior, and the pedophile, are more likely to seek youth as a sex-subject than are other men.
The cases which follow, taken from psychiatric reports, disclose several types of men who contribute to the flourishing trade of the teen and sub-teen prostitute.
CASE HISTORY
Ace D., after his arrest and resultant psychiatric interview, was classified a "Pedophile." A pedophile is a man who directs his sexual drive toward young children, sometimes both boys and girls. The former he often uses in acts of sodomy, the latter in sexual intercourse, fellatio, cunnilingus, or sometimes for masturbatory manipulations.
Ace, although he was married and the father of teen-aged daughters, sought his total sexual satisfaction from very young prostitutes. He was a frequent visitor to a house of prostitution that specialized in young girls.
It had been years since Ace had had sexual intercourse with his wife. She, a frigid woman, did not mind in the least. She had her family; that was enough. Sex was cumbersome and bothersome and much too messy for her. And for some time the lack of sex didn't bother Ace either. Then he began noticing the pre-pubescent and early pubescent girls of the street.
It became his habit to spend much of his leisure time in a park where children played. It was here that he experienced his first sexual release in relation to a young girl's body.
His eyes had followed the movements of a particular girl who appeared to be about twelve. He was infatuated with the vitality of her body, the way her young buttocks sparked out under her tight skirt, the way her bare thighs flashed in and out of sight as she ran about the park. And he thought about the puffs that were one day to be her breasts; that they were the sweetest signs of youth he had ever witnessed. He could not keep his eyes from her. And when she chased a ball to the park bench where he sat, his heart fluttered madly and he felt a sudden heat sweep him like a brush fire.
"Here - I'll get it for you," Ace said to the girl.
He bent over and reached for the ball beneath the bench just as the girl started to do the same thing, causing her shoulder and thigh to strike lightly at his arm. Immediate erection resulted for him! It had been years since he had experienced such instant reaction. He was amazed. He was pleased. He was very excited and a little frightened by this old reaction that was made new to him once more.
Ace raised and handed the child the ball. The brush of her fingers against his hand as she took the ball further stimulated him. For a moment, he was sure he would have an orgasm as he sat there smiling at the child. Even the scent of her, a scent of youth and freshness, was a stimulant that heated him with even greater, more intense passion.
The girl took the ball, thanked him, then darted away. Ace continued to watch her as she played. Soon, her playmates left and she was left alone. She looked around, then walked over to Ace.
"Would you like to play catch?" she asked.
"I'd like that," he answered.
They threw the ball back and forth a few times, then Ace, wishing for a touch from her body again, became inventive and made the game into a keep-away kind of combat. Purposely, he held the ball high over his head, making the girl laugh and screech and come close to reach for it. He felt the bump of her knees, then knew the total crush of her body as she leaped high and came crashing down the front of him. Nearly fainting from the thrill that he knew, Ace cuddled the ball to his lap, causing the girl to reach for it. Her hand darted out and struck hard against his penis. He ejaculated, felt stunned and very, very far away from the scene that placed him with the child.
He left the park as quickly as he could. That night, sparked with thoughts of the potency that had been returned to him, he began the preliminary acts of sexual intercourse with his wife. She was astounded. And disgusted. She told him he was a silly old man. It didn't matter. Ace knew that he was incapable of an erection with his wife.
The next night, Ace visited a house of prostitution. The girl he bought was very pretty, in her middle twenties, but incapable of stimulating him to a sexual act. He left the place deeply dejected.
For the next week, Ace spent hours at the playgrounds of the city. And here, sitting amid the bouncing bodies of the young girls, he knew once again the hard, pulsating erection that signified his need for a female - one of very young years.
When he offered to push a child of about eleven on the swing and she accepted, he found his outlet. Bringing the swing and the girl to a jarring halt against his hard penis, he once again found release.
Ace visualized fantasy scenes of himself and a girl of twelve or thirteen enjoying an act of sexual intercourse together. He tried to imagine how great it would be. But the strains of his law-abiding background and his fear of disclosure and arrest were too strong. He knew that he would never truly know a child as he wished. The risks were too great.
By chance, a few weeks after this incident, Ace read a newspaper article concerning the arrest of early teen-aged girls. They had been apprehended and detained on charges of prostitution. Ace was astonished. He never believed that young girls participated in the sale of their bodies. It seemed preposterous. And, it offered him hope.
A few days later, Ace sought out a knowledgeable cab driver and inquired about teen-aged prostitutes. The cab driver couldn't help him, but he knew a bellboy at one of the major hotels who could. Money changed hands and Ace finally found himself in a room at a hotel excitedly waiting for the young girl he had purchased for an hour.
Ace has stated that when the girl entered the room, he thought he would faint because of his desire for her. She was so lovely, so young, so exquisitely fresh, that he was sure he could not move, could do nothing but sit where he was and erupt because of the sight of her.
His frequent reference of "fainting" caused by the intensity of his feelings, was later of considerable interest to the psychiatrists. Their conclusion was that his basic "goodness," his respect for law and order, prompted this reaction both because of his guilt and the consciousness of what he was thinking and wanting to do, and as a wish that he would truly faint, enabling him to escape the torment of his wrong-doing.
The girl appeared to be about twelve or thirteen. She was very blonde and pretty. Her smile was vivacious. There was an uninhibited motion to her hips as she moved, that seemed to Ace to shout of the glory and goodness of things that were past for him and gone forever.
"Hi," she said brightly.
He smiled and nodded.
The girl came close to him and paused in front of him. She wore a short, terry-cloth bathrobe which caused Ace to wonder if she wore anything beneath it.
Trembling a bit, he rose from the chair. Then he reached one hand out and touched lightly at the small bumps that were her breasts.
She laughed and jumped back a pace, saying, "You're cute -is that all you want to do-just feel?"
"No," he said.
"Well, I just wondered. Some men are like that, you know."
"Are they?"
"Oh yes. Some of my best customers are like that."
"How do you feel about that?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes odd, I guess. You know, after all I am kind of pretty and when they just do that to me - well, it makes me feel kind of restless. After all, a girl should get something out of it, too, shouldn't she?"
"Yes. She certainly should."
She laughed, then said, "You're kind of nice, you know."
"Am I?"
"Sure. I can tell. You're kind of - sweet."
"I'm glad you think so," Ace said. "You see - well, all this is a little new to me."
"Yeah, I can tell that too," she said. "Most of these guys make it like a football game. You know, I walk in and they throw me on the bed before I get a chance to even talk."
"They're animals," he said, feeling, he has claimed, a certain jealousy for those other men who had known this girl.
The girl laughed again, told him once more that he was "cute," that he seemed "nice," then placed one hand on the belt of her robe.
Ace looked at her, and waited.
The girl smiled and loosened the belt. Then she let the robe part down its middle, revealing to Ace flashes of young flesh that made his blood heat and surge through him.
Ace loosened his tie. Then the buttons of his shirt. When his fingers fumbled, the girl hurried to aid him and helped him get out of his clothes.
When he was naked, the girl took a step backwards and looked openly at the length and hardness of his penis.
"You're great," she said.
Her words released Ace from his feelings of inadequacy, released him, too, from all inhibitions that bothered his mind.
He stepped forward, his anxious hands outstretched and reaching for her small breasts. The girl gave them to him by a slight arch of her body, as she slipped the robe from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Ace cupped her small breasts in his hands and trembled more violently. Then he pinched the tiny, pink nipples which were beginning to stretch outward from their flesh-moulds. The girl half-closed her eyes in a sign of the pleasure she felt. Then she returned his caress, reached out and gripped him gently around his stiffened penis.
"Oh, no, honey," he exclaimed, gently taking her -wrist and moving her hand away.
Surprised, she asked, "Don't you like that?"
"Oh, yes, very much, but I can't stand it right now. I might - might -"
"I know what you mean," she said. "You might come."
They moved to the bed. The girl stretched out upon her back with her arms above her head, causing her to seem almost breastless while her small belly indented drastically. Ace sat on the bed's edge and looked at all of her lithe body. Then he ran his hands over her and as he did so he felt tremendous emotions growl within him, urging him onward, more aggressively, to give more of himself as he sought also to please the girl. He bent and kissed her rosebud breasts.
"Ummmm, that's nice," the girl whimpered. Then she was moved to moan more deeply and say, "Oh, that feels good," when Ace shifted his position and kissed gently at her thighs.
As he adored her young body with lips and tongue, Ace felt pride in his own body for the first time in years. He felt young and strong and very, very virile. He was the master, she his love. He was King, the girl a loyal subject.
When Ace became more dynamic in his oral love-making, the girl moaned a bit, arched, moaned lovingly, then began a light up-and-down motion of her body that brought her in light, bumping contact with his hungry mouth.
At the same moment that Ace, unable to stand any more play, pulled away from the girl, she stopped her arching and braced herself into a position for intercourse.
Shakily, Ace moved above her. The girl's feet locked within the bend of his knees. Then she arched again.
Slowly, expertly, while he sought and could not find any moment of his life to compare with the delicious quality of this moment, Ace lowered to the girl, then pressed downward and inward, feeling the girl clutch to his moving self as if a million fingertips played their tune of sex upon his flesh.
"Ummm, but you're good," the girl whispered. Then she arched more vigorously, exciting faster movement from Ace.
The journey to returned youth was a short one for Ace. And for the girl, too. Stroking smoothly for a dozen movements, he could no longer contain himself. He rammed and jammed and fought himself to her, anxious for the moment that was to release him, yet sorrowful for it, too, because it would mark an end to the greatest glory he had ever known.
He cried out when the swell of him reached its peak and exploded. And the girl joined his cry as she hurried her hips to her own completion.
When their bodies separated and Ace rolled to his side, gasping, feeling the after-effects of exertion rake his body, he mumbled incoherently, insanely, of things long vacant from his life; of love and excitement and youth.
When the girl left the bed and started to get ready to leave him, he felt that he could never let her go. And for a while he didn't have to. He paid for another hour, resurrected his strength and tried again. This time he was slow and masterful, even sending the girl to a screaming climax, one more intense than that which she had known earlier.
Following his first experience with early pubescent love, Ace became an addict. He visited the girl often. He found other youngsters, for the variety that his newfound potency required. He dabbled in cunnilingus, fellatio, anal intercourse, and breast manipulation. He became well known by all the teen-aged whores in the area. His work as a bookkeeper suffered. His expenses rose. And finally he began to look for sex among the unwary children in the parks and by the pools of the city.
It was in a park, deep within the woods, while forcing the seduction of a twelve-year-old girl, that Ace was arrested and finally sentenced for statutory rape.
CASE HISTORY
Chuck C. came to the attention of the authorities in an eastern city recently when he was found to be living in a low income, city housing project with his fourteen-year-old niece. He had qualified for admission to the city housing through falsification of his marital and family status. But Chuck claimed innocence of any sexual wrong-doing with a minor child when he was confronted by police.
"Look at the kid - have her examined by a doctor if you don't believe me," he told an assistant prosecuting attorney.
The police did just that. His claim was affirmed. His niece was a virgin, her hymen was unbroken. But, still suspicious the police conducted an intense interrogation of the girl and unraveled a story of gross, incestuous promiscuity.
Chuck, at forty-six years of age, had never successfully had sexual intercourse with a mature woman. From the age of seventeen, his drive had been directed toward pre-pubescent and early pubescent girls.
He had known homosexual affairs with young boys too, but it was the light, floating bodies of the twelve and thirteen and fourteen-year-old girls that really intrigued him and sent him into spasms of sexual gratification. When he could not bribe or pay for the body of a child, he forced his attentions upon her. But usually a bribe was enough.
Chuck found an abundant supply of the young girls who would submit to his sexual advances, because it was not complete intercourse that he wanted. Chuck was driven by a desire for a multitude of sexual deviations. All of them excluded sexual intercourse as a media of contact.
He found both a constant sex partner and a means of livelihood when his niece, who was thirteen at the time, confided to him that she was going to run away from home - that she could not endure the drunkenness, the poverty, the quarrels and brawls of her parents' home. Chuck invented a scheme under which his niece left her home and moved into the small apartment he maintained in a slum section of town. When he successfully applied for, and received, city-supplied housing, Chuck went into business as pimp for his niece. He introduced her to his own sexual wishes as she left the bathroom wrapped in a towel on a Saturday afternoon.
"Hey, where you going?" he asked.
"To dress, where do you think?"
"You don't have to do that," he laughed. "Stay just as you are. That's a mighty cute costume you're wearing there."
"Hah!"
He walked over to her and put his hands at her waist. Then he looked into her eyes and said, "Guess you know I expect a few things from you for doing all that I've done to get you out of that crummy place you lived in."
"Crummy, eh?" she snorted. "And I suppose this dump is any better?"
"It's not now, but it can be. If we had more money."
She showed interest. Carefully, he explained to her how she could earn money for them, by letting men use her body sexually.
"None of that for me," she said. "You ain't going to find me having any babies."
"There are ways to prevent that," he said.
"Yeah, and they don't always work either."
"Don't tell me you haven't already done things with boys," he said accusingly.
"Sure I have," she admitted. "But nothing that's going to get me with a baby."
"You're a virgin?"
"I sure as hell am, and I'm going to stay that way."
"Well I'll be goddamned," he exclaimed. "Come on, tell me - what have you done with the boys?"
She glanced down to where her breasts bulged against the towel. Then she said, "Oh, I've let them touch me a little - and I've touched them."
"Is that all?"
"No." She paused, then said, "I've - you know - played with them."
"Yeah, go on."
"And they've played with me."
"Touched you, you mean?"
"More than that."
"You mean played with you down here," he said, bringing his Hand to nudge between her thighs, probing her pussy.
"Hey - stop that," she shouted.
"Stop pretending, kid," he said gruffly. "And come 'ere, you might as well learn right now that what I say, goes."
She withdrew a step, but not far enough to prevent Chuck from lashing his hand out and catching her by the hair.
"Hey - that hurts," she cried.
"And it's going to hurt a hell of a lot more if you don't hurry up and learn the facts of life. Come 'ere and learn 'em."
Chuck half-dragged his niece into the bedroom. Then he stripped the towel from her body. His eyes gleamed and softened a bit as he looked at her body which was exceptionally well-developed for her age; which showed large breasts with pointing nipples that stuck out sharply from the softness of her flesh, and a flat belly with its navel round and pinched.
Chuck made a quick movement to the zipper of his trousers, exposed himself, then gripped his niece by the hair again. Then he settled himself on the edge of the bed as he forced the girl to her knees in front of him.
"Come on, give," he said. "I got an idea you can suck cock good."
And, somewhat to her own surprise, she could. Soon, her head was bobbing upon him of its own accord without the guidance of his fingers entwined in her hair. And at the end, when he shot off into her mouth, she experienced a certain thrill, one that promised greater thrills of more intense magnitude in the future.
This initial sexual incident resulted in a partnership between niece and uncle that lasted until it was disrupted by a police investigation.
Chuck had a source of income and the constant, deviate sexual availability of his niece. The girl had him promise that she need never submit to sexual intercourse, that he would procure only those clients who had no interest in the normal sex act.
The girl's first customer desired only fellatio. The second wanted to perform cunnilingus and succeeded in exciting the girl to a pitch that just bordered on orgasm. With her third customer, she learned about anal intercourse and her fourth required only that she manipulate him manually to orgasm. But it was her fifth customer who added a flair to the girl's young life. When he arrived he was carrying a large, department store box.
Thinking that she had been bought a gift, the youngster brightened when the man entered the room.
"Do you want me to take that?" she asked.
"No, my dear, not now, at least," he answered.
There was little time for small talk because the uncle, Chuck, had trained her to the time limits of sex; an hour was the accepted time for the fee received.
The customer slipped off his coat. Then the girl quickly loosened the front buttons of the simple dress she wore. In a moment she hurried out of her clothing and waited for the man to join her. She watched as he took his time undressing.
He disturbed her, for he seemed not at all taken by the nakedness she presented. Although he looked at her firm breasts and the smoothness of her thighs, he seemed not the least excited. She felt hurt and neglected. And when the man finally stood naked before her, she felt that she was a failure, that her young naked body was not as alluring as she had been led to believe. The man was not the least excited, his penis remained limp and unresponsive to her presence.
The man smiled and turned his back to loosen the string around the large box and opened it. From it, he withdrew what appeared to be a garment of leather, but which upon closer inspection proved to be nothing more than high, leather boots with spiked heels, boots that clung tightly to the thighs like a trout fisherman's boots.
"What in the world is that?" she asked.
"Something for you," he said.
"For me?"
"Of course. For you to wear."
"Oh."
"You mean you've never done anything like this before?" he asked.
"Never."
"What a shame."
"Why?" she asked. "Why is it a shame?"
He lifted and cradled the boots in his arms like a baby. "Because these leather boots are very exciting."
She shrugged and shook her head, then said, "Well - you'll have to show me."
"I intend to," he said.
He slowly explained that he wanted her to wear the boots, that she was to wear nothing more than them and that from the sight of her wearing them he would become excited.
Then, as if taken with some compulsion to explain further, he told her that from the time he was a very young man, boots, and the leather of them upon a naked young body, had been his only means to sexual erection and the resulting act of intercourse.
Professionally, she accepted his additional explanation that slowness must be part of this aphrodisiac act. She took the boots from his hand. Slowly, she placed one foot into the leather boot. Slowly, she drew the crinkly material over her calf, her knee, and up and over and to the very top of her thigh. She raised up on the boot, unbalancing herself a bit as the high heel shot her several inches taller than her natural height.
The customer gasped his pleasure at the sight of her.
She pulled the draw strings tightly as the top of the leather boot pinched at her flesh when it fastened close, so close that the inside of the boot rubbed against her crotch.
The man gasped again, longer and more wheezing this time. He took a step closer and the girl could see that excitement was beginning to come to him. His penis was partially erect.
She slipped her other foot into the remaining boot and adjusted it as she had the first. Again, there was a wheeze of response from the man. This time when she looked at him she saw that he had erected fully. It seemed amazing and she felt somewhat confused.
Then he stepped close. He smiled, then raised his hands and very gently kneaded her breasts. The girl liked the feeling, the duality of the leather boots snuggling close to her skin while the man's hands caressed her breasts.
It didn't last long. Suddenly, impatience seized the man and he hurried his little prostitute to the bed.
He practically threw her on her back, and just as quickly he hurried to kneel at the edge of the couch. For a moment the girl was afraid that Chuck had misjudged his customer, that this one was bent upon the taking of her in an act of sexual intercourse. But when the man raised a bit, grasped his penis, then with the other hand forced the girl to a position that faced him in a way that allowed her breasts to bunch together, her mind was relieved. She knew that normal intercourse was not what he had in mind. And she was more than curious as to just what he did have in mind.
"Hey, what are you trying to do?" she asked.
"Don't talk," he said gently. "Just lay there and let me do what I want to do."
"Well, what do you want to do?" she asked.
"I want to fuck your tits," he said.
"With your - with your cock?" she asked curiously.
"Of course with my cock," he said impatiently. "How else does a man fuck?"
"It's just that nobody ever done it to me before," she said plaintively.
"Then shut up and let me do it," the man said excitedly. "You'll like it. Especially if nobody ever did it to you before! You'll really like it!"
Slowly, the man brought himself to a position between her breasts. He held his penis with one hand and brought the other hand to touch at the high part of the leather boot. Then, working frantically from the very beginning, he prodded himself in the valley between her breasts while at the same time he smoothly caressed at the leather where it held her thigh.
The girl was baffled and a bit anxious. She could not quite comprehend that these actions alone would bring the man to a satisfactory finish. But they did. Tremendously so. The man jerked himself back and forth between her breasts, achieving a fantastic pace. And all the time his other hand slowly and lovingly caressed her leather-encased thigh.
The customer bellowed a cry of passion as he reached his climax. Only then did his one hand quiet and release his penis, only then did his other hand fall away from the leather that had given him the excitement that had brought him to sexual outlet.
CASE HISTORY
It was when he joined the Y.M.C.A. at the age of fifteen that Randy began to realize that something was drastically different between himself and the other boys. Built small, with narrow shoulders and frail bones, his penis was abnormally small. He was the brunt of many jokes, and all manner of humiliations. He suffered them silently, but within him burned an anger that was to take a long time to quiet.
At eighteen, Randy made a date - the first he had ever had - with an unattractive girl who was a classmate in his senior class at the high school. After attending a show, Randy parked his father's car beneath the cover of trees at a city park. Experimentally, he kissed the girl. The girl permitted it, largely because this date also marked her first venture in boy-girl relationships.
Randy blazed with passion. He had heard of the wonders of kissing and touching and making love to girls. And when he sneaked his hand inside the girl's blouse and grasped her warm breast in his hand, he was sure that everything the other fellows said was true -that "making out" with girls was the greatest thing going.
The girl became excited too and pressed her hand to his thigh, moving it investigatively, searching, fingers wandering as they sought his penis to grip and fondle. She was surprised when her fingers did not fine any hot, hard flesh.
Meanwhile, Randy reached his hand to the girl's knee, then to her thigh, and then, when she hunched down in the seat and parted her legs, to that warm place between her thighs. She shivered and wound her arms around him as he began a light, stabbing penetration of her body. And she breathed hard and uttered small sounds of pleasure as Randy increased the speed of his jabbing finger. And then, suddenly, he moved his hand higher and found her clitoris. He touched it. The girl reacted with a cry of passion. And then he circled upon it and she began to moan and groan new sounds of an ever rising, mounting, rapturous pleasure. But when she arched her body and seemed ready to bound upward through the roof of the car, Randy stopped the action.
"Oh, don't stop," she pleaded. "Don't, don't, don't - what are you doing to me?"
"Come on - we got to do it the right way," he answered, shaking, but determined that he would now experience what others of his own age were already well experienced in doing.
The girl slumped lower in the seat and removed her panties. Then she hiked her dress high above her hips and waited as Randy took a position close to her, then paused to fumble at the front of his trousers.
Finally, he was ready. He was pressing downward to his first sexual encounter. He moved his hips back and forth in trip-hammer speed as the girl arched and thrust her body to meet him. But none of it seemed to be working right. His underdeveloped penis did not bring even the slightest sexual feeling to the girl. And, cruelly, she did not hesitate to tell him so.
"Are you - in?" she inquired anxiously.
"Yes."
"But I can't tell," she exclaimed. "I don't feel your cock in me at all!"
"Sure you can. Try." He thrust with all his might against the girl's throbbing thighs. "There. How's that?"
"I can't feel anything," she sobbed. "Nothing. Not a thing. Are you sure you're in?"
"I'm in all right," he panted. "I can tell - I can feel you."
He made several more movements, and then he experienced the premature ejaculation that is so common in young boys having their first sexual intercourse. He cried out and whimpered the sounds of all he felt. But for the girl, there was nothing. And again, she was not discreet in her criticism.
"You son-of-a-bitch," she yelled. "Goddamn you, anyway. All that stuff and you get your rocks off and I don't feel "a thing - I don't because you're too goddamn small - because you're not a man at all. Now goddamn it, get down here and do what you were doing to me before so I can get something out of this."
Embarrassed, too taken aback to speak, Randy obediently returned his hand to her thigh, once again found that plateau of sensation and spun his finger upon it. But he was without enthusiasm for his masturbation of the girl. And his lack of enthusiasm must have prevented her from the climax she desired. Instead, she knew only frustration as she strove for a high point of feeling without achieving that mark that would release her and then send her cascading downward in a swooping dive of gratification.
During the drive home, Randy remained mostly silent. The girl, on the other hand, perhaps to work off some of the frustration she had experienced, ridiculed his inadequacies. Though she may have had little previous sexual experience, she seemed very worldly as she sat in the darkened car beside Randy and humiliatingly upbraided him.
"My God," she said. "My little brother's only ten, and he's got a bigger dong on him than you!"
"How - how do you know?" Randy asked, shamed.
"Because I see him in the shower every once in a while," she said scornfully. "How did you think I knew? You think I let him fuck me, or something?"
"I only asked," Randy said.
"If I ever did, he'd probably be better at it than you were," she said bitterly.
"I did fuck you," Randy insisted.
"Sure! With that little wart you've got for a prick!" she said. "That little peanut-sized peter!"
"Goddamn you, shut up!" Randy blazed out angrily.
"Well, it's true," the girl said, more quietly. "That thing's not even big enough to fuck a midget!"
"Maybe I just wasn't doing it right," Randy admitted. "Maybe it's not the size that's the trouble, but the way I was doing it. You want to try it again?"
"Are you kidding!" the girl said scornfully.
After that one experience, Randy was too fearful of humiliation to attempt sexual intercourse again, until, at the age of thirty, he had sex with a teen-age prostitute, who was too wise in the ways of her profession to cast any aspersions on the lack of size of his penis. Grateful to her, Randy continued to visit her and other tactful teen-aged whores for his sexual gratification.
"The physically inadequate -the deformed - the insecure - are the very special customers of these young girls," said a Criminal Court psychiatrist recently. "Such men, shunned by mature women, find in an immature female their own opportunity for confidence and acceptance that they might never otherwise experience."