Chapter 3

THE DIVORCEES

The divorced women who got young boys from the Youth Exchange represented the most wealthy group of all the mature females belonging to the club. Their wealth came from hefty divorce settlements since the majority of these women had been married to very rich men. Very few of the divorcees seemed anxious to marry again since doing so would mean an end to their monthly payments.

The women in the divorcee group had the most time to spend on themselves. This time, plus their settlements, afforded them all the opportunity to travel the world. A boy who became the pet of one of these women was considered lucky since he then had a chance to see the world, too.

As a class these divorcees tended to distrust mature men. Their experiences in unhappy marriages seemed to make them all cautious about any man past the age of twenty-one. But, with young boys, they were happier. Although they could not control men they could control youngsters who were still considered children.

There was also an element of revenge, I noticed, in the divorcees I interviewed. All of them, to some extent or another, seemed to delight in the knowledge that they could twist and turn young males in any direction they pleased. All of the animosity the divorcees felt against mature men was taken out on boys of twelve to eighteen. The following testimony will point this out:

CASE HISTORY: Francine, age 37.

"Victor was a real bastard. He treated me like a dog. He used to call me his bitch so that made the picture complete. I was married to Victor for thirteen years and only enjoyed the first month or so. He was a hell of a good screw, I'll have to admit. When he took me I was in the clouds all the next day. I wasn't the only woman he put in the clouds, either. Yeah, Victor started playing around almost immediately after our honeymoon.

"I didn't believe it at first. After all, I'm a good looking woman with the kind of figure men stop and stare at on the street. I was even better looking when I was first married. My husband was so nuts about my body he just about tore my clothes off when he got home. Maybe he just married me for my body. He didn't want kids. He went so far as to have an operation to sterilize himself. Well, I'm not the motherly type, either, so I didn't mind. Hell, they're too many people in the world as it is now, right?

"My husband was one hell of a good provider, though, even if he had to have other women. He owned an electronic business and had all kinds of government contracts. Frankly, he screwed the government even more than he screwed me. He liked to brag about how he overcharged the U.S. of A. 'It's the taxpayer's money,' he said, 'and we're the taxpayers so we're really paying ourselves our own money.' Well, you figure that one out. I'm no financial expert.

"Victor didn't start getting mean to me until after we'd been married a couple of years. Then he started getting his kicks by downgrading me in public. He always kidded me about being nineteen before I got out of high school. So, all right! I'm no brain! Should I kill myself because I don't know from math and English?

"I don't know why I stayed with him for so long. I had the grounds to divorce him. I could really take him over the barrel in court just on his adultery raps alone. But, I guess I had no guts. I liked the idea of being married to a big shot like Victor even though he was a bastard. Then he got to be so much of a bastard I had to call it quits. Hell, when a guy slugs you in a public restaurant what else can you do?

"I went to a lawyer and he told me to play it smart and get all the evidence I could against Victor. He asked me if I was playing around, too. I told him that I hadn't. And, that's the truth. There were a lot of guys trying to get into my pants when I was married. Damn, I wish now I'd let 'em. Then, maybe it's better I hadn't. This way I was the offended party at the divorce. I was sinned against and I didn't do no ... or, is it any"! ... sinning.

"My lawyer was one sharp cookie. He got his private eye to check up on Victor just like they do in the movies. He came back with photographs of Victor going to bed with this chick and that chick. Photographs no less! Victor never did learn to pull down the shades. I guess he's learned now, though.

"Well, anyhow I got enough on Victor to really cream him for a settlement. He didn't contest the divorce and now I can collect five hundred a week for the rest of my life! Imagine that? I wish now I'd divorced the bastard long ago.

"Anyhow, that's all water under the bridge, like they say. I got enough dough to live in style and have all the fun I want. All the old wolves that used to be after me are sniffing around knowing that I'm available. Well, I'm not available to them. I want to stay away from these guys with their hot paws and their big ideas. Give me a kid anytime. I can talk to a kid, you know? Maybe I'm really a kid myself at heart and that's why I get along with them so.

"I like the real young ones, you know, twelve and thirteen. To begin with they're not big enough to beat me up like Victor used to do and they're not old enough to milk me for the five hundred I get each week. Oh, these kids try to milk me for some extra dough but it ain't ... isn't ... the kind of loot a mature man would demand.

"Gary is my favorite kid. He's only twelve but he makes love like he's got a yard-long pisser. The kid doesn't even have hair between his legs let alone enough meat to make a woman sit up and take notice. But I'm nuts about the boy. I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on him. Oh, I French him, all right. He's got the kind of body you would just have to French. His skin is so silky and his thing is so nice. He's wild over my body, too. When we first went to bed together he didn't know where to shove his thing he was that excited. The kid likes behinds, a real Greek type boy, you know. Victor liked to do me in the rear but he used to make me scream. The bastard never did use no ... any ... cream or like that.

"My twelve year old lover is built so cute and small that he does me dry and I'm not hurt. Gary is just the right size for me.

"The kid costs me a lot so I can't have him around all the time like I want to. Once we went away together for a whole month, jetting all around the world. Imagine that? Victor never took me no place. The whole trip came all of a sudden. I was in bed with Gary and we were busy licking each other's body after a real hot session. 'If I lick your whole body,' the kid says, 'that's what is known as a round-the-world job."

"'Honey,' I told him, 'I wish I could love you all the way around the world for real."

"He looks at me with those cute, button eyes. 'Why not?' he asks.

"So, the next day we're both down at the airport taking the first plane going anywhere. Since we intend to fly around the globe it didn't matter where we went to first. We wind up in Japan and I sign him into the hotel as my son. This becomes a joke between us when we're alone. 'How about a Frenching, mom?' Gary like to ask.

"'No, son,' I'd answer, 'I'm in the mood for a Greek."

"We go on to India and I see kids of nine and ten offering their bodies for sale on the street. Gary is an old man compared to some of these tiny tots. At least I can see where making it with a young kid isn't all that unusual.

"Gary gets a bug or something while we're in India and I nurse him back to health. I mean, I really nurse him by letting him have my breasts. Oh, I have no milk, I know, but Gary digs my size thirty-eight's so much that he does improve. I get a kick out of having him sit on my lap naked while he mouths me. I play with his pretty little dingus as he goes to town. He's so weak he just can't get it up. I guess maybe we were having too much sex and that's what made him sick. I had to remember that he's really only a child.

"Once Gary gets up and around we move on to Greece. Naturally, we have to do it the Greek way. In the hotel room my little boy kisses and licks my butts including my you-know-what. It tickles there but he thrills me. Then he got on top of me and spread my butts wide. Gary pumped away until he spilled over. I then kissed his sweet little rear. I work on him with my biggest finger which is about the same size as his dingus.

"We go on to London. I buy the kid a lot of suits and he is really beautiful. I can tell you how beautiful he is. While I'm sitting in the lobby of our hotel I watched this tall, gray-haired guy try to pick him up. Gary brushes him off. When he gets to me he says, 'You see that old fag try to make me?'

"I guess the kid is really pretty grown up for his age. He knows everything. Well, we fly to New York and then back here. It took us a month to go around the world and I can tell you my savings took quite a beating. But, I don't mind. The trip and Gary were well worth it.

"The next boy I pick is thirteen and very blond. He is almost as tall as I am and, even though he is only one year older than Gary, has twice as much meat between his legs. His name is Steven and, like Gary, is a run away from home. Except in the blond boy's case he wants to make enough money to go back home in style. In my day it used to be the girls who hustled and now the boys are in on the racket. Well, they say the male and female roles are being reversed.

"Thirteen year old Steven is built well enough to give me satisfaction. With Gary it was like being screwed with the stub of a pencil but with this new kid it was like being made by a regular sized man. His body was long and thin and he pumped away like Victor used to, a bull in heat. I hold on to the boy and run my hand over his very fair skin. I know a lot of women who would give up five years of their lives for skin like this boy's. There isn't a pimple or a blemish on him. He has a body made to be kissed.

"I guess these young boys bring out the French in me. I never liked to do it to Victor because he was always so rough and ugly about it. He used to make me kneel on the floor in front of him while he held my cheeks and then pumped his stuff into my face. Ugly, you know? But, with these boys it was a pleasure. I would have them stretch out on the bed while I did them. Their bodies are so young and smooth I know that they won't turn ugly.

"Another boy I had is named Tony. He's dark as Steven is light. A cute boy with shiny black eyes and a nice bunch of flesh between his legs. He's thirteen but he's built more like sixteen. He acts like a sixteen year old, too, the way he goes to town on me. He likes to French women like I do boys. He told me that he doesn't like hair between a woman's legs and so he shaved my thing until it was bald. Then he chewed me so hard that I had one big hickey mark there for a week.

"Once, just for the hell of it, I tried an older boy. This eighteen year old comes in and he sounds just like Victor with his dirty, ugly ways. When he comes down on top of me I felt like I was being crushed. I got so used to the nice, small bodies of the younger boys that he is something of a shock to me. I guess I also got used to the meat of twelve and thirteen year old lads because this guy plows into me with something that belonged on a stallion.

"The eighteen year old is a rough lover and, when I complain, he tells me that he thought I'd picked him because he was so rough. 'Most of the dames I love haven't had a good bang in so long that they pick the biggest stud they can find,' he says. 'I hear you've been having the little kids. I just figured that you wanted a man for a change."

"'Maybe I did,' I told him,' but I miss those little kids now. I just don't dig man-sized males anymore."

"'Hell, lady,' he tells me, 'if you want me to go easy just say so. I've been in this racket for five years now and know how to please all kinds of dames."

"This eighteen year old is a reasonable enough guy so we make it for a week or so. The boy does pack a weapon, one that makes Victor look like a twelve year old. I could see where he could make the coldest woman happy but I don't need warming up. I just couldn't get really interested in him, that's all. I just missed my little boys. When I find out that my first one, Gary, is available I send for him right away. He throws himself at me as soon as he comes in the door yelling, 'Mother!'

"'Son!' I yell back and we go to bed right away.

"I find out that Gary has grown a lot since I'd seen him last. He's beginning to get hair around his sex and his voice is deeper. Not only that he seems a whole lot sharper and wiser. He's still only twelve but, damn it to hell, how fast they learn! Gary just isn't the same kid I'd gone around the world with.

"I guess in any sex racket no one keeps that young freshness for long. When Gary makes love to me he seems too professional. Before he used to be so hot anl anxious but now he is cool. I asked him how many other women he had after me. He answers that he's lost count. He lost count! Imagine that? He's twelve years old yet he's lost count of how many women he had.

"Well, the Youth Exchange keeps coming up with fresh new kids. Right now I'm promised a twelve year old who has never been touched before. I can break him in. That will be sweet. If he turns out to be as cute as Gary once was I'll take him on a trip around the world. And I mean that in every way!"

Francine obviously has a very juvenile mind despite the fact that she had been married for thirteen years to a wealthy businessman. It was this juvenile charm that had doubtlessly attracted Victor to her in the first place. There are many men who like to have children in women's bodies. In this sense he had the same need for youth as Francine has. He would never actually have relations with a young girl but he liked to have women who were really girls at heart despite their well-endowed figures.

But Francine is more direct than that. She was a child-like woman who could only respond fully to other children. At first Gary was her child but he had suddenly grown too old for her even though he was still just twelve. The Youth Exchange services women like Francine who must have young boys to satisfy their young girl attitudes.

Other divorcees are not as child-like and crave large, muscular types for these women the Youth Exchange has an endless supply of overly endowed young males of seventeen and eighteen.

Boys in the older age group seem much easier to find. At seventeen and eighteen it is common for a boy to pick up and leave home, sometimes for good. Many drift into prostitution but it is usually of the homosexual variety since women simply don't walk the streets in search of young boys the way men do. The boys who do manage to be prostitutes to females consider themselves lucky since they feel that they are being normal in servicing women instead of men. However, if the price is right, these same boys would willingly switch to homosexuality.

The following case concerns a woman fairly well known in theatrical circles. Her addiction for teenaged boys is no secret and I've found her the most candid of all the females I've interviewed for this study. She lives in Malibu, a beach resort not far from the headquarters of the Youth Exchange where she gets most of her boys. She, like other such women in the area, have the advantage of getting the cream of the stud crop. The only thing this woman was coy about was her age. I looked up her true age in an old playbill before I interviewed her. The age that she gave me was ten years younger. It is true that she looked ten years younger than her actual age but, for the sake of this study, I am listing the one I've discovered in a playbill.

CASE HISTORY: Ann, age 50.

"I can't see why women can't have teenaged boys. Men have teenaged girls and no one turns a hair. I don't hide the fact that I dig these young studs. I take them with me wherever I go and make no excuses. All my ex husbands have girl friends old enough to be their daughters so why can't I play the same game? I was married four times. I suppose you know that. You would think that by the age of forty, I would be able to hold on to a man, wouldn't you? But, I guess I'm not one to have lasting relationships. I prefer quick rolls in the hay.

"The last lover I had was seventeen years old. Kind of a wacky kid, always on pot or something. I have nothing against pot, you understand, but drugs depress the sex drive. And I don't want my sex drive depressed.

"I'm a charter member of the Youth Exchange. I was with it from the very beginning so they send me all the fresh meat. These kids get awfully dried out awfully quick. A woman can take out a hundred guys in one night but how many women can a guy take on? Even the best stud can only be good for so long and then he poops out. Besides, men really don't like women, do you know that? Women are only things to be used, like toilet paper. There are a lot of other things men are more interested in like cars, for example. Why, every stud I had out here went ape over my cars and spent more time with them than they did with me. I have three cars, you know. I really don't use them much but the kids like to tool around in them.

"Some of the boys the Youth Exchange send me want me to get them into the movies. I hate being used that way. That's why I don't look for these very beautiful boys who are more stuck on themselves than anything. I made the mistake of picking the very attractive boys in the beginning. The first one was a real doll named Dick. And, let me tell you, he didn't live up to his name. He had jet black, curly hair, the biggest, bluest eyes in the world, pale skin and the kind of features you'd have to give a plastic surgeon five grand to get. Well, Dickie Boy starts right away with his pitch about getting into the movies. 'I'm every bit as good looking as (name of star) and he's a fag,' he told me.

"Well, I know that (name of star) really is a fag but only the in people know about it. The only way Dickie Boy could've found out was to have hustled him himself. So, Dickie is a switchhitter. I was one myself in my younger days. I think that everyone should try everything in sex before they make up their minds what they want the most.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, Dickie Boy. This beautiful eighteen year old stud had a body on him like a Greek god. I know that's a corny statement but it was true in his case. He told me that he worked out with the weights at Muscle Beach which is only down the road a piece. I used to cruise the place but these damned fans would always find me out. Anyhow, Dick is very well built in all areas save one ... and you know what one that was. Yeah, Dickie Boy had a dong on him no bigger than my thumb.

"But, I'm an old hand around men and I know it isn't what you got so much is how you use it. When Dickie comes to bed with me he doesn't try to bang right away. He licks my breasts and plays with my thing. I figure that he's working up to that one big bang.

"After Dickie licks my breasts he run his tongue down to my thighs and Frenchs me. He is stretched out so that his hips are close to my face and I can see what he has close up. That thumb of flesh was still limp and I guessed that he had been having too much sex lately. I made a mental note to tell the Youth Exchange that I only wanted studs who were raring to go.

"By the way Dickie moves his hips against me I can see where he wants me to French him at the same time. I take that thumb and really-work on it. Dickie begins to swell up and stiffen but he still doesn't have much. He reminded me of my last husband who was in his fifties when I divorced him. This was the kind of performance he used to turn out. With him I could expect it but Dickie was just eighteen, the age where boys walk around with stiff rods all the time.

"Finally Dickie is ready. He pulls out of me and then places his body on mine. In goes his thumb and he pumps away. When he spills it isn't much but it is all he's got. Then he lets out a sigh like he's been going half the night and slips off of me. That's all he's good for and we have to make with the mouths again. Hell, if I dug French stuff so much I could've called up my second husband. That's what he liked to do the best. But I wanted a good sexing and I had hoped to get it from the boy.

"Dickie doesn't improve and I send him back to the Exchange. I am more specific about what I want and the next kid fills the bill. His name is Carlos and only seventeen. He isn't good looking or well built but he carries a cannon that would blow up the world. Carlos is a Latin-type and, like all Latin males, are crazy about blonde women on the plump side. Now you can see that I'm no Twiggy so this boy flips over me. He is wearing tight jeans and his dong just about breaks through his zipper when I take off my bra.

"When Carlos plows into me that first time I thing he's wearing an eight-inch dildo he is that big and hard. He is all animal when it comes to sex. He gets a special kick out of doing it dog-fashion. This boy has me get down on all fours on the bed while he slips me that lovely manhood from behind. At the same time he grabs my breasts in his hands and squeezes them with every stroke. When he has his climax I feel like a hot-water hose had been shoved into me. Damn, there aren't many good lays like Carlos around. I wanted to keep him on but the Youth Exchange told me that he's left the state. Kids don't stay with the Exchange long. Like I told you, men really don't like women.

"The big turn-over at the Youth Exchange works in my favor though. There is always another great stud in each new crop. And some aren't so great. Take Earl, for instance. He's the pot-head I've told you about. Like Carlos he wasn't much on looks but he had what it took to make me happy. That is ... when he wasn't on pot. He had the idea that I was a pot-head, too, and offered me what he called 'a joint' the day we met. Now, I'm an old-fashioned girl. To me a 'joint' is what guys carry between their legs so, naturally, I told him I'd love one. Instead of pulling out his meat he pulls out this cigarette with no name on it.

"Earl tells me that he gets very sexy after smoking pot so I let him smoke up a storm. We're in bed together naked as jaybirds and I wait until he finishes a couple of joints. The kid gets very dreamy and talks about all the pretty colors on the wall and crap like that. He has to pull on himself to make it hard and, when he's ready, he all but falls asleep on top of me. I have to roll him over on his back and do all the work before I get him to show me what a man he is. When he gives out he talks crazy. He has the idea that he's banging a whole flock of broads.

"The kid only thinks he's sexy when he's on pot and I give him the bad news when he comes to his senses. He doesn't believe me. He tells me that his thing grows to a foot and a half long when he's blowing his mind.

"I try to get the kid off the weed but I can't watch him all the time. When he is off the stuff he is really a great lover. But, he's so convinced that he is only great when on the weed that he thinks he turned in a lousy performance. My third husband was like that when he was on booze. Every time he got sloppy drunk he thought he was a wonderful lover and used to flop down on top of me with his thing like a wet noodle. The next morning he'd be strutting around like a peacock telling me what a great screw we had last night. My third husband really loved the bottle more than me. And Earl really loved pot more than getting put. He loved cars, too. When he was flying one day he tried to start one of my cars but didn't get further than the garage door. A good thing, too. He could've creamed someone on the highway. The cops would trace the car back to me and ... headlines. I don't need that kind of publicity so I don't expect I'll be having Earl call on me again. Right now I'm lining up a seventeen year old stud right off the farm. He's big and raw-boned, the way I like them. He doesn't take pot and has no idea about becoming a movie star. I like these big, healthy studs who never want to crawl out of the sack. If I find the right one I might even marry him and make him Husband Number Five."

Ann went on to discuss the various sizes and shapes of male sex organs in the most candid way. She didn't seem to be a nymphomaniac exactly but she appeared very close to becoming one. As the small town school teacher had found out Ann was discovering that she was becoming more sexual as the years went on. Since she had the looks, the money and the lack of inhibitions to attract young males she did not have to worry about becoming frustrated in her quest for youthful eroticism.

Yet, with all An's talk about how much she Yet, with all Ann's talk about how much she against these boys. She hated Dick for his lack of sexuality and Earl for his drug-taking. Ail through the interview she kept repeating that men really disliked women. I had the feeling that she was unsure of her feminine attraction and so was convinced that no man, husband or lover, had ever wanted her for herself. It seemed sad to me that this well known theatrical personality had so many reservations about her ability to love and be loved. It was, no doubt, the prime driving force behind her restless search for passion.

CASE HISTORY, Linda, age 42.

Of all the divorcees I interviewed Linda was the most obvious man-hater. She had been married twice before to men who resented her dominating manner. One lasted two years and the other lasted only six months. Linda was a woman who had to be the stronger partner in all her personal relations, sexual and otherwise.

Linda was an attractive woman with a large bust that had to measure at least forty inches. She was tall and yet she did not appear ungainly. She carried her weight well. Unfortunately, it was also weight that she loved to throw around. Her own words reveals this agressive trait:

"Ever since I was twelve men have been after me. At twelve I was built more like a sixteen year old. My breasts had developed early and I had almost all my pubic hair. The first man who tried to make me was my uncle. Before I had blossomed out he had taken only a passing interest in me but, once he saw my boobs beginning to swell, he couldn't take his hands off me.

"Even at twelve I knew when a man had sexual intentions. I told my uncle that, if he didn't stop bothering me, I'd have him arrested for child molestation. This cooled him right away.

"From then on I knew that I had to keep men down. If I didn't they'd be all over me in a minute. By the time I was fifteen I was built like a woman, a well developed woman. The boys at school were always after me. When I went out on dates their hands would be on my breasts two seconds after I got in the car.

"I let them know soon enough that I was no round-heels who could be pushed over on her back with one shove. One son-of-a-bitch wouldn't take 'no' for an answer and raped me. I fixed his wagon. I saw to it that he got a twenty-to-life jolt in prison. He tried to claim that he thought I was over twenty-one but he knew my age.

"I married my first husband when I was nineteen. The poor bastard fell in love with my breasts but he didn't know that he had to have all the rest of me with them. On our wedding night he almost ate my breasts off before he finally made regular love.

"My first husband was a jerk. He was vice-president of a tool-and-die company but that was only because his father was the president. He didn't know from beans about anything but he got a hell of a good salary anyhow. Actually, his father was more my speed because he was the kind of man who would not let any woman dominate him. There aren't many men like that these days. They're all breast babies.

"We lasted two years and I waited another two before I married my next husband. At first I thought he'd be the kind of rugged guy I was always looking for but he was like putty in my hands. I could make him do anything I wanted. When I told him to change his job he did because he was so nuts over my body. I guess he couldn't take all of me on a steady basis so he ran away like a coward. The next thing I know I get a letter from a lawyer saying that I would get a No bad for a half a year's work, huh?

"Since I wasn't too crazy over my second husband anyhow I signed the paper and started to collect a nice bundle each and every month, fat settlement if I just agreed to a quick divorce.

"I lost my first settlement by marrying my second husband and I wasn't going to make that mistake again. I never expect to marry. I'd be an idiot to give up my monthly payments. Of course, this doesn't mean I gave up sex. When I heard about this place that sends out young studs I became a member.

"They sent me a kid named Cliff who was sixteen. Once he got a look at my boobs he nearly went wild. I was more than he had expected. He's not tall or muscular but he's man-sized where it counts. Cliff rams me like a goat in heat and, just as he's at his climax, I wrap my legs around him and roll over so that he's under me. I pump my torso on him until I drain him dry. By the time I let him up he's weak and pale. The kid wants to suck on my nipples but I tell him I want other things first. I stand up and tell him to kneel in front of me. Cliff gets to his knees and knows I want him to love me with his mouth. At sixteen he seems to be an old timer at this kind of sex and does a really good job.

"Then I tell him to lick my entire body and he starts at my feet. I get a kick out of him on the floor in front of me. Cliff licks up my legs and then between my butts. I tell him to be sure not to miss any spot. He knows what I mean and he roams his tongue everywhere. It takes him at least a half an hour to work up to my breasts. My nipples are hard and pointed and he takes one into his mouth. We fall into the bed and Cliff falls asleep while he's nursing on me.

"I'm really too much woman for Cliff. I tell him that he has to be my sex slave all the time he is with me. I have him scrub my back while I'm in the tub and massage me afterwards. I turn this kid into the kind of body servant the ancient Romans used to have. I should have been born then.

"Cliff is a good, strong stud but I keep him exhausted by my demands. After every sex bout he falls asleep with his head between my breasts. By the time the week is up he's dragging around like a basket case. I think he was glad when I let him go.

"The next boy I sent for was only fourteen, a real cute kid with red-blonde hair. His body is girlishly beautiful. When he took off his clothes I can see that he's already hard with excitement. Jerry has a sweet little dildo that still has some growing to do. I take it orally and the fourteen year old boy has a climax. I drain him dry and then take off my clothes. When he sees my breasts he says, 'Those are the biggest I've ever seen!'

"I take his head and bring him close to me. HJs lips just reach my nipples. I tell him to lick my breasts and the boy runs his tongue over every part of them. When he comes to my nipples he sucks on them so hard that he gives me hickey marks. I tell him that, because he gave me hickies, I'd have to give him some.

"I put an angry tone into my voice so that the young boy becomes frightened. Oh, how I love to make these kids jump! I order Jerry to stretch out on the bed with his pretty can up.

Then I press my mouth against him and suck and chew away while he complains that I'm hurting him. I hold him down until his rear end is covered by red welts.

"Poor Jerry. I think I've scared him out of the boy-whore business. In the week I had him I made the kid do everything all the time no matter how exhausted he was. I made him lay me so many times that he could hardly walk around once he got out of bed. 'You're not much of a man,' I told him. 'I don't think you'll ever be.

"'I'm only fourteen,' he complained. 'What do you expect?'

"Of course, the kid is doing his best and he is good for his age. I just like to throw the harpoon into these kids. When they shack up with me they'll never forget it as long as they live."

Linda went on bragging about how she made her boy studs crawl for her. Her hate was obvious. She was working out a lifetime of animosity against men through these children. And yet, strangely enough, Linda dreamt of a really powerful man who would not allow her to dominate him. But the divorcee found a weird pleasure in making young males submit to her will. With every new boy her sadism became more and more in evidence. There was no telling how far the distraught woman would finally go with these young boys.