Chapter 1
In the middle of the Twentieth Century, in the early Nineteen-sixties, there were born five different females, all exceedingly beautiful, none of whom would know the other for between eighteen and twenty years. They grew up in entirely different neighborhoods, had different social backgrounds, knew different cultures, and really had nothing in common well, almost nothing in common. To be more correct, they had someone in common rather than something.
Roger Starr was approximately one year younger than the oldest of the five girls. Roger had just turned twenty-one. He was a shy, quiet young man, about five feet ten inches in height, with dark-brown hair, deep hazel eyes, a somewhat prominent but by no means ugly nose, and a firm jaw below a pair of thin lips. From the neck down, Roger had what might be termed a perfect athletic build. He had worked hard for it, having come from a family of fatties. In fact, he, himself had been a fatty until the age of eighteen, when he had started a program of physical reeducation which had removed all the excess fat and replaced it with firm, solid muscle.
While not exactly built along the lines of a Mr. America, Roger did have an extremely solid body, and he was lithe as well, moving quickly so that his muscles worked for him instead of against him. He needed that kind of body to go along with his brilliant mind.
In almost all respects, Roger seemed normal, if slightly ahead of everyone else his age. He had the highest marks in his class at all times though he'd had to work hard at that, as well. But Roger had learned to discipline himself.
Needless to say, everyone who knew Roger respected him. The older people liked him, the boys and men his own age looked up to him, and most of the girls were crazy about him. However, there were five girls who, at one time or another, had caused Roger considerable pain. This had been prior to his program of physical discipline. Had these same five met Roger for the first time after, they probably would have behaved much the same way all other girls reacted toward Roger. It would have been better for them if they had, for at the moment, Roger Starr, who had been graduated summa cum laude from his university, had plans for these five girls. Where Roger might have been brilliant in most other respects, when it came to these five, Roger Starr was obsessed to the point of insanity.
Zany antics never did fit into Roger's scheme of things. Life was too short to be anything other than serious as far as he was concerned. What he had planned for the quintet was a lifetime of remembering that they had once, in some way or other, badly mistreated Roger Starr. Roger forgave practical jokes, and he never took offense at anyone teasing him, but Roger didn't like to be abused, and Roger didn't like to be used. Five women had either abused or used him. They would pay.