Chapter 3

According to the Kinsey findings, acts of bestiality reportedly had a greater chance of occurring in areas of rural farming where animals were in abundance. Most people, when thinking of this sexual phenomenon, consider the corralled pens of sows and dusty stables containing horses. The case of Jill R., however, contradicts these assumptions and proves that acts of bestiality are not confined to only the farms and rural sectors of the populace.

Jill R. is a tall, slim model working in a large West Coast City. She is a beautiful girl, with a striking figure and a soft sensuality which men find irresistible. During our interview, I found her to be sophisticated and well educated. Indeed, her entire upbringing was almost the complete antithesis of that which a farm girl might have had. I thought it necessary to include her statement in this collection because of these factors. Jill was able to see through her own predilections and to discuss her sexually abnormal behavior with much candor and insight. Thus, we have what might be called an analytical confession which, I believe, provides for a greater understanding of that strange sexual act known as bestiality.

The only sexual relations I have had during the last year have been with my pet snake. I suppose this makes me a moral outlaw, or something, but the snake has given me satisfaction and I think that's all one could really ask for. It isn't because I like animals better than humans, or because something about animals turns me on but rather, it's got to do with lack of desire on my part to have any kind of relations with men, or women for that matter. I have no desire to engage in any sexual intimacies with anyone for some period of time; I just feel that my psyche cannot tolerate such a relationship. Instead, I have devoted all my energies to my career, using my snake to provide me with the sexual release we all need.

I was born into a good family here on the West Coast. By the time I was seventeen, I was fully developed and looked more like twenty-one than my real age. This allowed to seek out men who weren't going to high school with me, but were adult businessmen and financially wealthy men from the city. I never enjoyed dating boys my own age, but preferred men who were older, wiser and had been around.

My first sexual experience took place that year during the summer. We lived in a nice, two story house in a suburban residential area. There was a heated swimming pool, a sauna bath and tennis courts right there on our property. I enjoyed the life there and spent much of my time just laying around dreaming of becoming a model.

I used to have the run of that house because my father was always away on business and mother was continually involved with community affairs. So, the days were mine in my little secluded villa during all of that summer. Normally, I spent each day the same. I would awaken about nine-thirty and go downstairs. I wouldn't bother getting dressed, because it made no difference whether or not I was naked.

There was a huge mirror in the living room and after some coffee, I would go in there and do my exercise. I liked my body-it seemed lean and strong to me. My breasts, even though I was tall, were large and kind of moon-shaped. My pubis was dark, but kind of light and not too heavy. I kind of really enjoyed standing in front of that mirror, twisting and accentuating different parts of my body while toning my muscles.

Sometimes, I would get excited and feel the warmth begin to spread throughout my vagina. But I never touched myself there. I guess I was morally concerned with it, and felt that it would damn me for life if I put my fingers inside and whacked myself off.

After those little sessions of self-love, I would go out into the backyard and lay nude in the sun. Everyday, for three months, I sat out in that backyard naked. Needless to say, my tan was complete and there wasn't a mark or strap line on my entire body. I dug that feeling, and was proud of the fact that I was sophisticated enough to sunbathe in the nude without feeling ashamed.

By the time my parents, or at least my mother, would come home, I would be upstairs in my room playing the role of good little teenager. That was quite a summer, and I was living like a recluse. But then the scene changed, and that was the end of my life of leisure in suburbia.

It was a hot, August afternoon and I was, like always, laying naked in the backyard. The sun was beating down on me, and I enjoyed the warm feeling between my legs. The morning had began as usual, and there was no reason to suspect that that day was to be any different than any others.

I heard the doorbell from the house, but as usual, I didn't pay any attention to it. Salesmen, collectors and the usual people combing neighborhoods for a buck would come and go almost once a day. I never answered the door, and usually they would go away after the first knock went unanswered.

But this guy was different. I don't know to this day what brought him around the back, or what made him think he was welcome. But ten minutes after hearing the doorbell, I felt a shadow cross above me, blocking out the sun.

"I'm selling encyclopedias." He said, his voice shooting through me like an electric shock.

He was tall, and really pretty good looking in a rugged way. I mean, he wasn't handsome like those models you see in ads,-but had that kind of look of a man who had been around and seen a little more of life than the shooting studio of some fag photographer.

"I said I was selling something, are you interested?"

I was still in a state of shock, probably more so because someone had invaded my private resort than because I was laying there stark naked in front of this complete stranger.

"You're very pretty ... if not completely shameless."

I could see the bulge rising in his pants. I drew my thighs together, and kind of rested my hand on the triangle between them.

"Would you mind going?" I asked, beginning to get kind of wary of this guy's motivations.

"I think we've got something in common, baby, something we should see through, you know?"

I knew exactly what he was talking about. After all, here I was, naked and open, kind of laying back looking like I was waiting for a fuck. I thought maybe he would rape me, then decided to take the situation into my own hands so that maybe I could avoid any kind of harm.

"Why don't you go swimming?"

He seemed to like that idea. In thirty seconds, he was naked and diving into the pool. His cock was the first one I had ever seen in real life and it really fascinated me. He was hard and erect, and when he walked towards the pool, the thing kind of bounced around like a pole. As I watched him dive into the pool, I was becoming more and more turned on while at the same time becoming really repulsed.

While he was swimming around, I got up and sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling my legs in the water. I have to admit, the guy looked pretty good swimming around naked like that. And the more I watched him, the less afraid I became.

He surfaced just where I was sitting. He wore a big, dirty grin on his face and seemed to be really enjoying himself. He put his hands on my knees and began moving them up towards my cunt. I just sat there, unable to move. It was kind of a good feeling, and it was the first time a man had ever touched me.

"You're beautiful, little one, very beautiful!"

Then he pulled my knees apart and stared right up my crack. He moved his head up between them, and put his mouth to my vagina. I began squirming, finding the touch of his lips almost unbearable. He persisted, and drove his tongue up between my lips and deep inside me. I was getting very wet there, and drew my legs around his head-kind of clamping him between my thighs.

I found myself laying back on the cement, with my legs dangling over the edge and spread very far apart. He was really getting to me, driving his tongue deep inside and licking up my juices. I was so dizzy with excitement that I could barely keep myself conscious.

Then, he stopped and hauled himself up on the coping.

"Now, it's your turn, baby."

I opened my eyes and saw his huge, hard prick standing there right in front of my face.

I cried out, but he forced my lips apart and managed to get that prick between them. He began pumping into my mouth, each time working his way deeper and deeper inside my mouth. I was gagging and trying desperately to find something to hold onto. The only thing around was him, and the more I grabbed him the hotter he got. Then, he came.

The hot, white stuff shot like a rocket into my mouth. It went deep into my throat and I tried to swallow the stuff just so I wouldn't choke to death. It was an incredible, nightmarish scene and the sun seemed to spin around in the sky as he worked and grunted his way to relief. "Jill!!!"

It was mother. She was standing on the other side of the pool, angry and unbelievingly looking at me giving this total stranger a blow job. The guy got pretty scared and ran, naked, out of the backyard. My mother walked across the patio and stood over me, fuming.

"How could you, you little slut!"

Laying naked, and with semen dripping out of the corners of my mouth, there was no way in the world I could have explained myself. I begged her to leave me alone so that I could get decent and then we would talk. She wanted out as much as I did and promptly agreed to my offer. That was the last time I ever saw my mother.

After she had stormed inside the house, I managed to get up to my room, throw together some clothes, and sneak out the back way. I caught a bus a few minutes later and by twelve o'clock that night I was pulling into downtown Los Angeles.

L.A. at midnight is a pretty strange town. I guess it's because no one really lives downtown but in the suburbs. When I got off the bus, there were a few old men kind of hanging around the terminal, sleeping in the television chairs or just talking and exchanging cigarettes. I really felt alone, and pretty lost. But I knew I couldn't go back home, and there was no way I could ever face my mother again. It's not the greatest thing in the world for a mother to see her daughter sucking off some guy in her own backyard. I mean, I certainly could never be her sweet little girl again. There was no way.

I decided to make my way to Hollywood and see if anything was happening. On the way over there, I wound up on Santa Monica and near a row of bookshops and nudie bars. One bar, called the "Scene" advertised a man and a woman making love, 'naked and on our stage.' I peeked in through the curtain and saw a naked man and woman embracing each other on the dark stage. I couldn't tell what they were doing, but it seemed possible that they were making love. I couldn't believe it, I mean, right there on a stage in front of everybody!

Well, at that time, I thought of myself as a pretty low woman. I had broken through, disgraced myself and there was nowhere left for me to go. So, with my fallen grace tucked neatly in my hand, I went into the club to look for a job.

The room was dark, and it was difficult to see anyone. Finally, my eyes adjusted and I could see the crowd of men sitting around, drinking and watching the couple on the stage. The man was blond and built like a horse. I mean, he had a penis that was twice the size of the guy I had blown just that afternoon. The chick was really weak looking, and I wondered how she could have been appealing. She had really small breasts and a small ass. There were wrinkles on her body, and her claim to fame seemed to be the fact that she was giving this guy a good blow job.

"May I help you?" the chick was short, blonde and wore nothing above the waist. I have to admit, she did have beautiful breasts, large and really firm.

"I'm looking for work", I replied, "could I see someone about it?"

She kind of looked me up and down, smiling strangely and appraising me. "Yeah, I guess you'll bring in the business, all right."

She led me back through the tables to a well-lit room at the end of a hallway. Inside, a young guy with long hair sat behind a desk working with figures on a piece of paper.

"Larry, this girl wants to talk with you about employment opportunity."

Larry didn't say much, but just sat there and looked me up and down. "Take off your clothes."

I knew that was coming. So, I tried my best to look the part. I wriggled out of my sweater, then slipped off my jeans and stood in bra and panties.

"All of them."

I stared into his eyes, trying to look sexy, and slipped off my bra. Then, I slid my panties down over my hips and stepped out of them. Naked and feeling kind of excited while the chick and Larry both watched, I turned around, letting them see all of my body.

"Very, very nice. Do you have any moral misgivings about the kind of work you'll be doing?"

"No, none whatsoever."

"We'll see about that..." Said Larry, standing up and unzipping his pants. He pulled his cock out and the blonde chick took the long shaft into her hands and began working it to an erection. When he was hard, he told me to lay down on the floor. I did that, and he straddled me, putting his legs on either side of my head. He directed his prick to my mouth and I took the organ inside.

All this time, the chick was watching. Larry pushed and groaned as he pumped inside my mouth. I just kind of lay there, not moving but kind of letting him do all the work. He came really quickly, and I took his stuff easily and without too much bad feeling. I suppose I was getting used to it. I mean, in one day I had blown two different guys and was kind of finding it a pleasurable pastime.

"Yeah ... what's your name, baby?" Asked Larry, standing up and pulling in his prick.

"Jill ... just Jill" I said, pulling back on my clothing.

"Well, Jill, you make it very well. Starting tomorrow, you've got a job. Be here at nine, you'll finish at two. The pay will be three hundred a week plus half your tips, okay?"

I couldn't believe it. That was a lot of money for me and I knew I could really make it on that kind of earnings. Larry gave me another fifty, probably because I had blown him, and sent me out to get myself set up in one of those weekly apartments.

The next night at nine o'clock, I arrived at "The Scene" for my show business debut. The club was crowded, and there was the sound of drinking and talking amongst the patrons. I was led to the back dressing room where I was given a pink nightgown that was pretty sheer. I took off my clothes, donned the nightie and made my way to the stage. I was supposed to go on first, and then Kurt, the blond guy from the night before, would come on after I had danced one number.

When I arrived on the stage, there was a round of applause. Some of the men whistled, others let out yells of approval. I felt pretty good, and began to get into dancing and digging on the fact that the men liked looking at me.

During the middle of the number, I slipped easily out of my nightie. My body felt good, and the fact that I had a tan all over really seemed to make things right. I danced slowly and moved my cunt in and out, letting the men beneath me see my crack. They seemed to dig it, I suppose, because it wasn't a worn crack. I mean, the lips down there were still strong and tight, and any man could have really split me by entering me there.

The number was over and I stood on the stage naked. Kurt walked on wearing just a pair of levis. No one had told me what to do or how to go about it, so I decided to give it the best I knew. The music started and Kurt took me in his arms and began kissing me hard on the mouth. He was pressing up against me and I could feel his cock bulging beneath his jeans. I began kissing him all over, on his neck, his chest and working my way down the middle of his stomach. I got to his navel and stabbed at it with my tongue.

I took the zipper of his jeans into my teeth and pulled it down. I put my mouth to the opening and dug inside with my tongue, trying to bring out his snake, finally, I captured the prize and gently holding it between my teeth, I pulled his penis out. The crowd really loved this, and they cheered loudly.

With Kurt's prick between my teeth, it wasn't hard to wrap my lips entirely around his organ. I blew him for the rest of the number, and the stage became very hot.

During the break between songs, Kurt told me that I had the best body he had ever worked with. That made me feel good and I returned the compliment. It didn't seem like a bad way to make a living, and I was beginning to enjoy sex.

After a few more numbers where Kurt and I played around, him eating me out and feeling me up while I blew him again and licked his large, pendulous balls, we reached the finale. I lay down in the center of the floor, spreading my legs and begging Kurt to put that thing inside.

He hovered over me for a second, then drove his meat up inside my wet cunt. I screamed when the huge mass entered my virgin cunt, and even a little blood ran down my inner thighs.

"Oh, Kurt, easy . .. please ... just a little easier!"

He was only halfway inside, but it felt like all of me would split wide open. The crowd cheered and encouraged us on to the ultimate orgasm. "Okay, baby" I told him, barely able to speak, "put a little more in ... there ... easy ...oooohh!!!"

Now, he was all the way and he began pumping easily. The guy was a good fuck. Not just because of his size but because he could really move nicely. With each stroke, my vagina seemed to explode. I began working up against him and seen his balls were slapping noisily against my ass. I reached up around him and stuck my finger in his asshole. He seemed to tighten up so I just left my finger there without moving it.

By this time, the crowd was clapping with the rhythm of our fucking. Stroking and screwing into each other we didn't even know the crowd was there. Our bodies were dripping with sweat, and we were actually squeaking together as Kurt drove and drove inside.

I felt his cock begin to pulse, like there was a machine inside that had just been turned on. He began grunting and groaning, and as he shot his heavy load up into my belly, I pulled my finger from his asshole. This really got him off and really got the audience off. We came together, or at least I faked mine, for a good two minutes. When it was all over, and we lay together sweating and limp, the men in the bar all stood up and gave us a standing ovation.

Larry ran onto the stage and said that our scene had been the best one anybody had ever seen, anywhere. The men agreed. And then Larry told them to tell their friends and spread the word that 'Jill had come to town!' I guess because of the performance I had turned in that night, I was on my way. I felt good about it, mainly because I wanted to be really corrupt and define myself as my mother had. I was a slut, and it made me feel good to know that I was becoming a success at my chosen trade. I think had I failed at that, there would have had to have been some real drastic measures taken. But as it stood, after that night, I was becoming what I envisioned myself to be. And I was good at it-good enough to bring down the house at 'The Scene' that night when I lost my virginity.

As time went on, every other club in L.A. started doing the same thing that Larry was. I mean, there must have been over thirty of them in the area, and the competition started hurting. The customers would come and see me, and even if they thought I was great, they would have to go see how the others were. The odds against us staying in business until these guys made the rounds were pretty bad. Also, there was the problem with hard ons. It seemed pretty funny, but actually, it became a real hazard to business. I think it was a Friday night late in September when the lightning first struck.

I was out on the stage, doing my bit with my nightgown. When I was naked, I lay down on the mattress, spread my thighs towards the audience and waited for Kurt. As usual, my cunt was soaked and writhing. Like everything else, good sex always took good timing, and they seemed to go hand in hand. While the crowd cheered, Kurt walked out wearing his levis. I did my usual bit, sliding up his leg and dragging his zipper down with my teeth. But instead of his hard, stiff prick popping out, Kurt just stood above me with a limp fandango.

I tried everything I knew to get that thing to stand up, but nothing worked. I sucked and bit, pulled and tugged, but he wasn't responding. Actually, I couldn't blame him. After two solid months, coming at least twice a night and sometimes even more, it was amazing that he had even lasted this long.

But the men in the crowd didn't like this one bit. Actually they were pretty good-humored about it and kept yelling out things to the effect that Kurt was big, but it didn't do him any good. Finally, this guy jumped onto the stage. He was blasted and was pulling his pants down as he made it towards us. Kurt left the stage and let me handle the guy alone. When the dude finally got his prick out, and had the hard rod pointed towards the audience, I realized I must do something quite different than what had been done before. Actually, I used the guy like I would have Kurt and gave him a great blow job. I sucked on that guy's prick until both of us were drenched with sweat and begging for mercy. When he finally came, I thought the whole building would collapse with the roar. Men were actually standing on the tables, cheering and waving their drinks. I thought the whole thing was kind of fun, and didn't even notice the police until they were pulling me bodily off the stage.

They got Larry for conducting lewd entertainment. We were closed down for a couple of weeks. This was the time Larry came up with the idea of the snake.

It was late at night when I got the call from Larry. He invited me over to his house to 'show me something special.' I knew that he always wanted to ball me, and was always calling me up and asking if I didn't want to have a little roll in the hay with him. It was kind of a running joke with us, and I usually either balled him or give him a blow job a couple of times a week. But this was different. Those kinds of things were always out in the open between us, and there was no reason to change that.

When I got to his small house in the Hollywood Hills, Larry was grinning and talking excitedly. He told me that he had finally come up with the 'game' that would make us all millionaires. His enthusiasm was catching, and by the time we made our way back into the den, I, too, was getting it on.

Then I saw it. It was a small cobra snake, black and gold, laying curled up in a box. My first reaction was utter fascination combined with disgust.

"You and the snake, Jill, it'll make us a fortune!!!"

I asked him if they didn't do that kind of thing in Tijuana. He told me that they did, but that here in America it hadn't really been seen.

"Take off your clothes, Jill, and get to know Elmer."

At that moment, I knew I had to make a decision. My life was hanging by a single thread. What I had done before, on the stage and in public view, was forgivable and exciting. In this day and age, none would have thought it immoral or wrong. But the snake represented a new step, a further move towards some kind of dangerous place which I neither understood or ever even thought of going to. It was like the final link towards my own complete demise or something. Then, along with these considerations, there was also my own instincts working on me. At once, I wanted to feel the slimy, smooth skin of that snake moving along my naked body. I thought that would be some kind of real thrill. And again, at the same time, the idea of it seemed kind of revolting. I was in a complete bind, moving back and forth and unable to move one way or the other.

"You can either leave or stay, Jill," Larry said, sensing my trouble, "but if you stay, the snake also stays. It's the only way."

He was serious. The legal fees and everything else that had gone wrong had made our lives, or all of us connected with the club, quite shaky. I knew he had no choice but to ask me to do this, and I knew that if I refused, I would have to leave. Working with Larry in the club, I had found a security which I had never known, even while living at home with my parents, and that was important to me. I didn't want to go out there and start all over again, it would have been too scary for me at that time.

"Okay," I said, slowly removing my clothes, "bring on Elmer."

I was naked and lying on the floor. Larry placed the snake on my stomach, letting it rest there and find its own way.

"Don't worry about poisons, it's been de-ven-omized."

I told him I was glad he told me that, and we both laughed. I watched in fascination as the snake began uncoiling and moving its head down my belly. Larry later told me that the reptile sensed the warmth and moisture between my thighs and was naturally drawn to that area. I spread my legs and let the slimy head make its way down between them.

The snake reached my pubis and kept moving. Almost instinctively, the snake began slithering along my crack, the weight of it opening me as it moved closer and closer. Finally, he dipped his head between my legs and I closed my thighs easily against him. The harder I pushed together, the further into my cunt his head was pushed. I writhed and moved my thighs back and forth, each time pushing the skin further and further inside. The feeling was fantastic! My cunt was soaking wet and I felt like I was going to come a thousand times. When I reached down between my legs and really pushed the head up into me, I did come ... and come ... and come ...

After my session, Larry put the snake back into the box and closed the lid. We turned the lights out and just sat around the box for an hour. Larry had been really turned on by the scene and was hard as a rock.

"Do me, Jill, I feel like I'm going to explode!"

"Was it really that good?" I asked him, opening his pants and wriggling his cock out into the night air.

"The best damn thing I've ever seen. I think we're not going into the club, though. It's too good. We'll work private affairs, you know, stags, Hollywood parties and that kind of thing. It'll be the hottest underground trip going."

He was talking a mile a minute while I took his prick into my mouth and began sucking the hot rod off.

"And Jill," he said, breathing heavily while pumping himself deeper and deeper into my mouth, "it could work out for you."

I lifted my head off his staff and asked him how. He smiled down at me, resting his prick against my chin.

"Lot's of people in this town, important ones, going to dig on you and that snake, baby, lots of em.

He pushed my head back down onto his prick. He throbbed immediately and spurted his white, warm semen strongly into my mouth. I swallowed it, then licked his balls and prick clean. We were both pretty close that night. I suppose because we both knew we had something going that was going to give us a real rise.

Later in the week, I took the snake home with me. I began to really enjoy practicing my act with it. Being alone and naked, I would let the snake crawl all over my body. We seemed to get to know each other, and the snake would even bury its head in my cunt, wriggling and crawling up between my lips. The feeling of having that long, lean body snuggle up into my vagina was incredible. It was by far the best sexual feeling I had ever had. And besides everything else, that damn snake never came! He could go on for hours, or at least as long as it took me to have an orgasm. It was kind of like my own, permanent and live dildo. I could use him whenever the mood came over me and he never tired or got soft.

Then one night, as a matter of fact the night before my first job with the snake, a strange thing happened. It was late at night and I was lying on the bed with Elmer. He had been crawling around between my thighs, and I had put his head inside me. By moving my thighs back and forth, working him farther and farther inside, I came. I decided after that to try something different. I figured that just spreading my legs and putting the snake up inside my cunt wouldn't take very well. There just wasn't enough showmanship to it.

So I took his head and wrapped my lips around it This, I thought, would be a good preamble to my act Giving a snake a real head and job and all that would be a good touch. I was practicing sucking on his head when I caught sight of his eyes. All of this time, I had never really looked into that snake's eyes. Now, in the dim light of my bedroom, his pearly black pins were staring up at me. A sudden chill shot through me, starting between my legs and kind of moving back along my ass and then up my spine.

It was like looking into the beginnings of time. There was a strange light in those eyes, a barbaric knowledge of things before man ever came onto the planet. I felt as though I had traveled through time, had come back to know the secrets of something which I couldn't even begin to describe. That night, I spent every minute of every hour staring at that snake. When the sun finally came up, I snapped out of my trance and found myself sitting naked on my bed, holding the snake's head firmly in my hands and staring into his eyes. It was the most remarkable night I had ever spent in my entire life.

That evening, Larry picked me up and took me to a very large home near the beach. As we arrived, we were greeted by a small man in a dark robe, the kind they used to wear in London. He was strange-kind of bitter sounding and not too warm.

Inside, there were about fifteen people standing around a small altar set in the middle of the living room. They, too, wore robes and did not speak. Instead, they chanted strange words I could not understand. I tried looking underneath the hoods of the robes to see if I could recognize anyone. I had heard stories about Hollywood people doing things like this and wanted to know for myself. But the room was so dark and the people so well covered that it would have been impossible to see anyone's face.

What happened after that was really not too much different than my stage act. I got onto the altar, took out Elmer, and began sucking on his head. Naked and straddling his head, I pushed him up inside me. That brought a good reaction from the people. They seemed to dig what I was doing, and during the act kept chanting their strange invocations.

Larry and I got paid a thousand dollars for that performance. We worked almost three times a week for the next couple of months. Night after night, I began to grow with Elmer, knowing his likes and dislikes and enjoying his touch more and more. I suppose my exposure to such weird happenings all the time drove me away from seeing people. I had no desire anymore to be with anyone at all. Elmer, my snake, became more than enough for me.

One of the men who had seen me perform in a private date with Elmer then offered me a job as a fashion model if I would do my act just for him once a month. This was the best thing that could have happened. Now, I wouldn't have to exploit my love in front of those people any longer. Elmer and I would make money and be able to live quietly together without having to earn our money giving everyone the pleasure of watching our sex. This is how I have been living, now, for the last few years. As I see it, there's no reason to change. I have met no man who could satisfy me as much as Elmer, and the people to whom I have been introduced seem too hypocritical for me to tolerate. I have found my own, personal secret and I have found peace of mind. Whatever else I need, I have yet to discover.

SUMMARY

Jill R. is, indeed, a strange and intelligent girl who allowed herself to see the most sordid aspects of life and love. It is most important to go back to her beginning in attempting to determine why or how she arrived at the strange lifestyle which she maintains today.

In her childhood, or during the days when she sunbathed in the nude, Jill herself realized that her activities would have been appalling to her parents. Obviously, they considered her to be like most parents will, a perfect and innocent child. The arrival of the salesman, and Jill's immediate response to him, shows something of a definite lack of formal sexual education on her part. The fact, also, that she never masturbated or touched herself 'down there' indicates something of a lack of sexual curiosity on her part. All indications seem to lead us to the conclusion that somewhere in her past she became deeply repressed in a sexual manner. So repressed was Jill, in fact, that she immediately substituted her own mother's accusation towards her upon discovering her in the act of fellatio as a 'reality' of her own position in life. Thus, she went into a life reserved for 'those' people who have fallen.

In fact, it might be quite reasonable to assume that Jill was laden with guilt feelings dating back to that day in the backyard. Her whole life, her every action and response to what she was doing reflects her own disdain which she held for herself. She wanted to prove that she was really 'the slut' that her mother had called her.

By traveling the road she did, Jill managed to find 'something' which gave her more of a perspective and a real chance for pulling herself out from underneath her own, mother induced self-image. The snake provided her with many things above and beyond the sexual gratification.

The snake supplied Jill with an alienated and non-judgmental force in her life. The animal gave her a chance to think without labeling herself in society's terms. This was best expressed during her night with the snake when she 'traveled backwards in time'. Thus, the love which grew was a love that resulted from Jill's need to avoid her own, stifling guilt feelings. She does not want to drown within them, and is basically using the snake as a catharsis element in her own life. The simplistic, uncomplicated nature of the reptile allows her to adjudge her own actions and her own psyche in a new light.

The chance that in some future time Jill will lead a normal life is, to this writer, very good. She has moved fast and seems to be continually questioning herself and the world around her. If she is able to accept her own act of bestiality then she will have made the leap from guilt suffocation to positive, life involving attitudes.