Chapter 1

As the train chugged slowly out of the dreariness of the stockyards and into the open countryside, Dan Wollinski unzipped his jacket, touched a match to a cigarette and sat back in his window seat to survey his fellow passengers for the run down to New Orleans. Dan had spent a lot of time on trains during the last few years and he inevitably dreamed about having some beautiful friendly young chick get on board at the last minute and find no seat vacant except the one next to him. One thing would lead to another and after a long intimate conversation, they would head for the nearest hotel the moment the train arrived in the station.

Unfortunately, it never seemed to happen and his journeys were normally shared by grandmothers who showed him blurred snap-shots of their ugly grandchildren, or salesmen who would sit next to him getting quietly drunk from a pocket flask and never even offer him a drink.

At the moment, the seat by his side was empty and Dan hoped it would stay that way. He had ceased to believe that the beautiful young chick would ever materialize and rather than try to communicate with someone boring, he preferred to be alone with his thoughts. The young man had been through a lot in the past few years and had been forced to grow up very abruptly. His real education had begun three years ago when a particularly nasty sergeant at Fort Dix had given him a crash course in applied violence. A few months later, he had learned even more about himself and the world he lived in as he found himself fighting for his life in the steaming fetid jungles of Southeast Asia. On his twenty-third birthday, he had killed his first man, a grinning North Vietnamese lieutenant he had stumbled into on the way to the latrine one night; a few days later in Saigon, he had lost his virginity with the assistance of a rather bored Vietnamese prostitute.

The young ex-soldier grinned to himself as he thought of the girls of Saigon. Oh, it had been fun at first, but after awhile they had all begun to look alike and he and his friends had even given up all hope of anything but straight forward unfriendly sex, despite the fact that some of the girls had learned to speak English reasonably well and he himself had mastered quite a few phrases in Vietnamese. But somehow, there had never been time. On their few days of leave away from the jungle and its hazards, they had gotten into the habit of grabbing the first whore they could find, throwing her on her back and driving into her stomach without so much as a moment's foreplay, taking out their aggressions and hatred on the small, perfectly-formed bodies of these lithe, slender Oriental women, knowing as they skewered into them that their own violent death could come at any moment.

Most of the girls he had known in the Orient had been tired and uninteresting, selling their bodies for money and nothing more, and there had been a vulgar saying among the soldiers: Anyone who fucks a Vietnamese is too lazy to jack off!

But every so often, Dan had succeeded in finding a girl who still enjoyed her work at least a little and would take the trouble to put some effort into what she was doing. And these 'special' girls had managed to convince him that a female Oriental knew more about love-making by the time she was fifteen than an American woman would ever learn.

Dan's penis jerked slightly in his pants as he recalled the last night he had spent in Saigon just before shipping out for the States and his final discharge. He had gone to visit a girl whom he had begun to see rather regularly during his leaves, hoping she would be available to entertain him on his last night in town. The girl was a whore, pure and simple, but she loved fucking better than anyone else in the world and the young soldier had always found her perfectly happy to indulge any obscene desire he might have.

As he walked in that last day, the girl had flown into his arms without a word, pressing her lithe, high-breasted body against him and pulled him urgently towards the bed. His sweat-soaked Army uniform had fallen off with fantastic speed and a moment later he had found himself as naked as she, lying on top of her softly yielding body, her firm little bud-like nipples boring into his chest. The pretty young Vietnamese prostitute had thrust her thigh high up into his loins as they writhed around on the narrow bed, bringing his already stimulated cock to an almost unbearable state of throbbing hardness. It had been almost a month since he had last enjoyed a woman, and Dan could feel that the moisture was already seeping from the glans at the end of his long lust-thickened shaft, trapped between the soft surfaces of her tightly clasped thighs.

"Oh, fuck me," she had murmured hotly. "Fuck me good!"

Then the tawny-skinned girl had massaged him with delicate, experienced fingers, stroking the red, blood-swollen tip of his cock until the young man was afraid he was going to explode, cumming all over the soft flat plane of her stomach even before he had gotten a chance to worm his thickly pulsing instrument up into the hidden recesses of her lust-inspiring body.

"I'm going home soon," he had whispered to her. "Let's make this one extra good."

"I will show you some things to teach the girls in America," she had promised in return. "I have heard your women do not know how to make love. Lie on your back, please."

Dan had obediently rolled over, knowing what she was going to do to him and enjoying it in advance as he looked down at her expectantly. The brown skinned, slant-eyed girl had then crouched slavishly between his knees, stroking his cock with her hand and sliding the loose foreskin up and down over the muscular super-hardened shaft until Dan was sure he was going to lose his mind. Her face had hovered above him, only a few inches above, the throbbing moist head of his cock, and the young infantryman had discovered in that moment that his hips were possessed of a will of their own, rising and falling rhythmically as she massaged him.

A broad, man pleasing grin had crossed her face then as she dropped her head slowly and torturously, her tongue flicking teasingly into the dampness of the hard pulsating gland, and this extremely erotic stimulation had forced a low groan of pleasure to the lips of the battle hardened young soldier.

Soon, the crucial moment had arrived. While Dan had looked down with unconcealed ecstasy, the Vietnamese girl had closed her soft red lips around the sensitive head of his cock, her tongue lapping obscenely back and forth as she trapped the huge bulbous tip of his penis inside the moist warm cavern of her mouth. Dan had never had anything quite like this before in his young life, and he had looked down in amazement at the sight of his long hard shaft of flesh stuck luridly up into her tightly ovaled mouth while the girl had sucked on him like a madwoman, using her hands to play with the soft, sensitive skin of his testicles. As she had slavered submissively over him, Dan had enjoyed the lashings of her tongue as she had twirled it maddeningly around the tiny opening of the involuntarily jerking gland at the end of his long heavily swollen penis. The wildly pleasurable sensations she was creating in his loins were mind blowing to say the least, and the sight of her crouched over him like an Oriental slave made it all the better.

Somehow the girl had sensed that Dan was turning on powerfully by now, and she had worked like a demon to make him cum, laboring obscenely to force him to shoot off into her mouth, spewing the great steaming streams of white creamy semen into the depths of her willing throat. Enormous swirling sensations of heated desire had started to build up deep inside of him by this point, and the young soldier had realized that she was driving him inexorably towards the most powerful orgasm of his life. The muscles of his flat hard stomach had gone completely rigid and he had observed with lewd delight the tiny droplets of saliva oozing from the corners of her cock-stuffed mouth.

Then suddenly he had gasped as the spasm swept uncontrollably over him. His moment had arrived and he seized her head in a vise-like grip as he felt the white-hot cum begin its final charge from the repository in his aching sperm-bloated balls out through the wildly contracting channel of his penis and into the sanctuary of her madly sucking mouth. Still watching the bent over prostitute like a hawk, Dan had seen her cheeks billow out like a balloon as her mouth was suddenly filled with the warm sensuous fluid, and he had expected her to stop immediately to spit out this lewd choking mixture of cum and saliva.

But instead, the girl had absolutely reveled in her masochistic debasement, gulping his obscene male cum as if it were the nectar of the gods. Even as his cock slowly wilted, she had continued to suck gently on him, never letting up on her efforts until she had brought his tingling penis back to its fully erected state. Then she had collapsed back on the bed, her legs sprayed lasciviously apart, inviting him to fuck her in the usual way.

Much later that night, when Dan had dressed to leave, the girl had cried a little and unexpectedly dropped to her knees in front of him as he had been counting out the usual payment with a little bit extra as a farewell present. She had removed his now exhausted cock from his pants one last time, kissed it with open mouthed passion, and then slipped the money back into his pocket.

His last night in Saigon had been on the house!

The train jolted and Dan Wollinski shook his head to drive away this mixed bag of recollections. For him, the war and the Vietnamese people were things of the past, to be forgotten if possible. He was a little long in the tooth to be starting college at the age of twenty five, but the G.I. Bill was going to pay his way and he realized that he would be foolish not to take advantage of it. And the added maturity and worldliness which came from his travels and experiences should give him some advantages as far as the college girls were concerned. Dan had heard that most of these coeds were pretty wild, and a man no longer needed to visit a prostitute to get his rocks off; all you had to do was walk across the campus! Dan was perfectly serious about getting a good education, but he saw no reason why he couldn't enjoy himself while he was at it.

Then suddenly, the miracle happened! The door to the carriage opened and in walked a girl, struggling with two heavy suitcases and an assortment of handbags. Dan Wollinski sat back happily and gave his eyes a treat. She was about eighteen, and moved with the unconscious grace of a woman too young to have realized clearly how beautiful she was or what kind of an effect she had upon men. The newcomer to the car was blonde, rather tall, and as she strained to move her cumbersome baggage down the narrow aisle, Dan could see that her sweater covered breasts were unusually heavy and sensuous, swaying temptingly as she turned her voluptuously curved body. Her hips were narrow and well formed and the skirt she wore as almost a mini, cutting alluringly across her milk-white tapered thighs nearly a foot above her knees.

Dan shook his head in wonderment. Girls like this normally traveled with an escort or a parent. With a body and a face like that, it really was not safe for her to make a long journey like this alone!

And naturally, she would go and sit next to someone else. Wollinski knew better than to expect two miracles during the same train ride, and he watched anxiously as her eyes swept the car, searching for an empty seat. Seeing the one next to him, she headed toward the amazed young ex-soldier, who leaped instantly to his feet to help her with her bags.

"Hi!" she chirped in a friendly tone. "I'm Jane Holloway."

"Hello," he responded somewhat more formally. "Are you going to New Orleans?"

"Yes, I'm going to be a freshman at the university there. Isn't that exciting?"

Given the fact that several hundred thousand young teenagers rushed off somewhere every year to become freshmen, there was no particular reason why her announcement should be remarkable, but the girl's fresh innocent enthusiasm was contagious and Dan found himself confessing that he too was enrolling as a first year student, and before long the two new students were busily discussing the courses they intended to take.

Jane vaguely recalled having been told by her parents that proper young ladies did not start conversations with strangers on trains or other public places, but after all this young man seemed so pleasant and nice, not to mention the fact that he was a student like her. Dan explained that he had already done his military service, and it gave her a warm safe feeling to be sitting next to an older, more experienced person, someone who could guide her if she needed advice. Not that anything bad was likely to happen, of course. According to a tourist book she had read, New Orleans was a happy friendly city with lots of old French charm. She had looked at the brochure published by the university and had scanned the pages of photographs showing happy healthy young people playing at sports or busily studying with smiles on their faces. Oh, there was no question about it! This was going to be the best experience of her life!

"Are you going to take Biology IA?" inquired the ex-soldier, leafing through a university catalog.

"Yes, are you? That would be wonderful. We could sit together!" she gushed, without thinking of how her remark must have sounded. "I love biology. I took it in high school."

Of course, life was not always going to be peaches and cream, Jane reminded herself, and who knew what the future could bring? She had, for example, had her tonsils out when she was ten, a most unpleasant experience, and then more recently, there had been the nasty business with Richard....

Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, noticing that the old train seemed to be vibrating a lot, and firmly resolving that she would not start day dreaming about her last date with Richard again. It was over and done with, she insisted to herself. There was no reason to keep worrying about it, but unfortunately, Dan seemed to be busily studying his catalog and there was no light conversation to distract her.

And it kept coming back to her, like the nightmare it had been. Richard had been her steady boyfriend throughout high school and the two of them had made quite a pair. Beauty and the Beast, their friends had called them, since he had excelled at all forms of sports, and she had always been considered the most attractive young lady in town. Richard's father was the wealthiest man in the community and his son was normally on his best behavior all of the time, but there were nights....

There were nights when Richard was allowed to borrow his father's Lincoln Continental to take her to a school dance or to a movie downtown. On the way home, the young man would normally suggest a 'quiet chat' before turning in, and drive a few miles out of town to some secluded spot where the State Troopers were not likely to harass them. Sex had never been really discussed in the Halloway home, but Jane always had an uncomfortable feeling that she should not permit Richard to caress her ripe succulent breasts the way he liked to do, but she had heard that all the other girls at school permitted this and a lot more besides and she was anxious not to seem unsophisticated or childish about these things.

Some nights, Richard's hands had roamed even farther than usual and she had told him to stop, knowing that this was definitely a violation of the strict moral virtues her family had been pounding into her for so many years. Her mother particularly was something of a fanatic as far as religion was concerned and had always made it a point to send her to church every Sunday, rain or shine, and had warned her repeatedly about 'impure acts' without ever giving her daughter a concrete idea of precisely what she meant by this vague term.

Liquor was another evil thing as far as Jane's parents were concerned, and consequently the girl had never had too much to do with it until the night of the senior prom when she and Richard had very definitely had too much punch to drink. Afterwards, during their 'quiet chat' in the countryside, she had relaxed in the soft cushioned back seat of the big luxurious car, her head pleasantly spinning with whiskey, and allowed her boyfriend to excite her with long penetrating kisses and gradually unzip the back of her dress and unfasten the snap of her brassiere. She had told herself quite clearly that this was evil, but in actual fact, the thing had been too tight all evening and her heavy womanly breasts tumbled free of their restrictive confinement, making her sigh with real physical relief.

Capitalizing on her drunken confusion, her eager young boyfriend had placed his hands directly on the naked tender skin of her heavily rounded breasts, massaging the tiny brown nipples until they became hard and turgid, something which had never happened to her before. Other strange things were going on at the same time, and Jane had shifted uneasily on the smooth fabric of the back seat, feeling an unfamiliar tingling sensation begin to build up in the base of her stomach, no, it was even lower than that, it was down in the area between her legs and the tingling was causing her hips to shake back and forth as if she were trying to scratch and unusually persistant itch. She had been innocently deciding that it was the punch which was causing these strange reactions, when Richard had further complicated matters by lowering his head abruptly and fastening his greedy lips over one swollenly trembling nipple which he began to suck.

The sensation had been perfectly maddening, but the young girl had had no prior experience with this bold and direct kind of sexual excitement, and she was too alive to realize that she was becoming powerfully stimulated by all the depraved things her boyfriend was doing to her. She had tried to consider the matter logically, wondering how far she could afford to let him go before it would be necessary to tell him very sternly that he had to stop.

But while she was pondering the matter, Richard had escalated the situation by slipping his hand directly up under her long skirt, pushing the dress far up over her cream-like white thighs. The dazzled young girl had been so occupied with what he was doing with the highly sensitive bud-like nipples on her breasts that she had hardly noticed this new intrusion at first. Richard had made the most of his opportunity, plunging his obscenely probing fingers all the way past the tops of her nylon stockings and running his finger lasciviously over the surface of her panties, applying a lewd pressure to the tingling 'vee' of her virginal pussy.

"Oh no, Richard, please...." she had mumbled piteously, but the young athlete was now too powerfully aroused to remember his manners and he had pressed on with this indecent invasion, inserting his middle finger up underneath the elastic legband of her white cotton panties, and running it up into the soft moist pubic hair surrounding the tightly closed lips of her hitherto unpenetrated vagina. Accidentally, the tip of his marauding finger had then brushed against the tiny pink button of her clitoris and an electric shock had raced immediately through her sensitive inexperienced body, forcing a moan involuntarily from her lips.

"Oh, my God," she had gasped, unable to believe that this was actually happening to a nice girl like her. "This is ... is what married people do, Richard! We mustn't!"

But Richard had ignored her. His own knowledge of sex was limited to what he had heard in locker room discussions with the other male students, but he had realized that his girl was both fairly drunk and really stimulated, a situation worth pursuing. He had pushed harder, getting a few more fingers into the moist warm hair of her unresisting pussy and his middle finger had actually succeeded in penetrating past the quivering wet lips of her vagina. The obscenely impaled girl had wiggled desperately around on his hand, half wanting him to stop immediately, and half hoping he would go on like this forever, digging his sharp white teeth into the soft flaccid flesh of her breasts and stroking the glistening moistened nerve endings of her pulsating little clitoris with his finger until something happened to relieve the gnawing hungering sensation which was steadily building up inside of her trembling over excited young body.

The next sound she had heard was the metallic rasp of a zipper being opened and with a shock, she had realized that Richard was undoing the front of his pants. She had studied about the male reproductive organ in biology class, and had a vague idea of how it was supposed to work, but naturally, she had never seen one before and somehow she had decided that this would all be less sinful if she did not see one now.

She got her eyes closed just in time, but the lust-driven young athlete had had no intention of letting her off that easily. With his free arm, he had guided her shaking hand down to the hardness of his rigidly erected cock and wrapped her fingers firmly around the long heavy shaft. Jane's mind went into orbit. It had never occurred to her that a penis could be so large, so hard, so long! As she touched him, Richard had thrust his fingers even farther into her slowly expanding little vaginal hole, and for a moment, absolutely intensive pleasure had flooded her entire body, causing her instinctively to squeeze his penis. Without knowing exactly what she was doing or why, the young girl had begun to massage the thick leathery foreskin of his massive instrument, moving up and down firmly and forcing groan after groan to his lips.

The sexual thrills had started bombarding her intensively now and her staggered, alcohol numbed mind had been too full of pleasure to allow for rational thought; without thinking, she had slowly allowed her thighs to separate, relaxing the muscles in her finely tapered legs to give him even greater access to the mysteries of her moistly palpitating vagina. Jane had not understood precisely what was happening at the time, but the orgiastic juices from deep inside her over stimulated body were starting to flow and she could feel the moisture seeping slowly down between her legs and into the narrowly twisted aside crotchband of her panties, wetting his hand and her dress beneath.

Then, suddenly, Richard had lost control and tried to roll on top of her, slipping his knee in between her widely-spread legs and trying to thrust his lust-thickened cock into the narrow wet cuntal opening now occupied by his fingers. Instinctively, she had fought back, clawing at him like a cornered animal and twisting violently back and forth to avoid the menacing cudgel of his penis.

He had succeeded in forcing the blunt, blood-engorged tip of his cock up beneath the elastic fibre of her panties when unexpectedly it had all happened. Groaning as if he had been wounded, the hard bodied athlete had collapsed on top of her writhing and twisting young body and she had felt a steaming jet of hot sticky fluid spray into the warm tangle of her unprotected pubic hair, drenching the open vulnerable lips of her cunt and dripping obscenely down onto her dress.

And that had been the end of it. As if he were angry at something, Richard had pulled himself away from her, mumbling something about a 'cock teaser,' rapidly adjusting his clothing and peering apprehensively out the window to make sure they had not been observed. Whimpering with fear and unhappiness, Jane had used the hankie in her purse to wipe away the warm pungent cum from her nakedly exposed skin, and then struggled back into the confinement of her brassiere.

As soon as she was decent, Richard had hurled himself into the front seat and driven her rapidly home without saying another word. A few minutes later, she had found herself alone on the sidewalk in front of her house, wondering what all of his could possibly have meant.

"Oh, were you sleeping?"

"Uh? ... Oh, I guess I was just daydreaming," Jane stammered, blushing up to her ear lobes, as if the young ex-soldier next to her had somehow been able to read her mind.

"I just asked you if you'd done much traveling before," Dan continued, wondering what had brought on her sudden embarrassment and trying to get the conversation rolling again. By a stroke of sheer good fortune, he had found this gorgeous creature before the other men on campus had laid eyes on her, and he wanted to capitalize on his advantage while it lasted. Naturally he realized that this was not the kind of gal he could expect to take to bed after the first date. She looked distinctly on the innocent side, possibly even-horror of horrors-a virgin, and it would take a little of the flowers and candy treatment to bring her around. But unless this were a very exceptional campus, she was going to be the best looking woman at the university, and Dan knew he had to cement their relationship while he could.

"Yes," Jane finally got her wits together enough to answer his question. "Daddy and Mommy took me to Paris two years ago and Venice the year before that. But I really haven't seen too much of the United States. Have you traveled a lot?"

"Oh, I've knocked around the States enough," admitted Dan casually, making an effort to sound like a sophisticated man of the world. "And while I was stationed in Viet Nam, I got to see Hong Kong and spend a couple of days in Australia...."

"Oh, Viet Nam! How terrible! My daddy thinks the war is a good idea, but if you ask me, it's just miserable. You must have been very lonesome there."

Dan had no particular desire to tell war stories, his memories of the Orient being too fresh and too unpleasant to make for a good conversation.

"Well, I met a lot of good friends over there, but for female companionship, we were up a creek. The officers picked up all the Western girls and the troops had to make do with the pros."

"What's a pro?"

Dan looked at her for a moment to make sure she was not kidding him, but quickly realized that the girl was even more innocent than he had imagined.

"Prostitute," he explained nonchalantly. "Some of them had learned quite a lot of English in bed and I met one or two who had first class minds, as well as pretty interesting bodies."

"Oh, prostitutes," whispered Jane, shocked that such a nice young man would lower himself to associated with such terrible people, and feeling her blush return at the same time. "I've heard my father talking about them, although naturally we don't have any in my home town. He saw one once in New York city."

"Was she any good?"

"Oh no, I don't mean that he ... you know ... went with her or anything. He just saw her on the street," stumbled Jane, now more embarrassed than ever, but not wanting to appear like an unsophisticated hick in front of this obviously experienced young man. "Weren't you afraid ... you know ... of getting some kind of a disease ... by uh, spending your time with those girls?"

"Honey, you don't get syph from spending time with prostitutes, you get it by making love to them, and I did, but thanks to the wonders of pencillin, I was out of the woods in no time at all."

Jane was a little startled at the idea of sitting next to a man who had actually been in bed with a Vietnamese prostitute and suddenly she gazed at him and found herself imagining what he looked like naked, wondering if his 'thing' was as big as Richard's monstrous penis that she had held in her hand that night. She was instantly ashamed of this obscene thought and could feel her face turning the color of a fire truck.

"Hey, you look pretty when you blush," Dan kidded her. "If talking about prostitutes embarrasses you, we could talk about something else."

Now he's treating me like a child, Jane thought, angry at herself for having revealed her innocence.

"No, not in the slightest," she replied, giving him a little of her finishing school voice. "I assure you that I am quite sophisticated about these things. In fact, my friends all know how hard it is to shock me."

"Really," responded the ex-trooper, immediately deciding to pick up the challenge and knowing that some girls got turned on by a little rough talk. "I would say just from looking at you that you're a typical small town virgin."

"Why, how dare you say a thing like that!" she hissed at him, dreadfully afraid that the other passengers would overhear this lurid conversation.

"Well, are you?"

"Oh ... I'm not sure ... I mean, No! No, I mean Yes!" she babbled, realizing that she was making a perfect fool of herself. In actual fact, Jane was not toally sure in her own mind whether she could truthfully claim to be a virgin or not. The night of the 'incident' with Richard, he had been digging his fingers cruelly into her unused little cunt, and even though he had never quite succeeded in penetrating her with his rigid lust-hardened penis, there had been traces of blood on her legs when she had inspected herself in the bathroom that night, and she had been worrying ever since that he might have pierced the thin delicate membrane of her hymen with his cruelly invading fingers.

"Now, would you like to explain what all that was supposed to mean," Dan laughed, unable to believe that anyone as good looking and sexually desirable as Jane could possibly be uncertain about the exact status of her virginity.

"I've done a great deal of horseback riding," the embarrassed girl explained, avoiding his eyes and pulling away from him in the seat, having remembered just in time that girls who rode a lot sometimes lost their virginity naturally that way. "And anyway, I don't see how my virginity is any of your business!"

"No, I suppose it isn't honey, and I'm sorry if I pissed you ... I mean, if I offended you, but you know, the fact is, I'm a little worried about you."

"I see no reason why you should be! An hour's conversation doesn't make me your pirl friend!"

"I guess it doesn't, although I hope you'll give me the chance to work on that as well," Dan continued, looking at her seriously. "No, what worries me is the fact that you look a little innocent to be wandering around New Orleans alone. This is a big bad city, honey."

"Are you suggesting I'm not capable of looking after myself?

"Yeah, more or less," Dan admitted, lighting a cigarette and offering her one. The girl hesitated, then accepted his peace offering, leaning forward to allow him to light it for her. "Now, for example, if a guy offered you a cigarette and it was rolled by hand, would you take it?"

Jane considered. Her parents disapproved of her smoking, but they did it themselves and the girl had learned to enjoy an occasional puff.

"Yes, I suppose I would, if he were a nice boy who didn't keep asking me about my virginity. What difference does it make how it was rolled?"

"Jane, honey, have you ever learned about marijuana?"

"Of course! That's the drug hippies use and I hear it's harmless."

"Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't," Dan replied slowly. "The point is that it does funny things to your head. Now a guy who finds a chick as naive as you are is liable to slip you one and then try some funny stuff."

"Not a chance. I never go around with hippies."

"Okay, okay, have it your way," he finally conceded, seeing that further argument was useless. "But look, at least let me give you a telephone number in New Orleans where I can be reached. I'm staying near the campus at a friend's place and if you run into difficulties, you can give me a call and I'll come running."

"Just like the Texas Rangers!" retorted Jane sarcastically. "I assure you I'll be quite all right. There's nothing to be afraid of in a place like New Orleans."

But Dan jotted a telephone number on a slip of paper and stuffed it into her purse anyway. Too bad, he thought dejectedly. I always manage to put my foot in my mouth one way or another. She's built like a million dollars and that face would win beauty contests all by itself, but she hasn't learned which end is up yet and that's going to land her in trouble before long!

The two new freshmen chatted occasionally for the remainder of the trip, but the fun had gone out of their conversation somehow. It was night when they reached the train terminal in New Orleans, a dingy unpleasant place full of bums and suspicious looking characters lounging around on benches with apparently nothing to do. Dan took one look at the scene and found his worries immediately returning. Why the hell had she worn that miniskirt? Those long sleekly tapered legs would attract attention from every man in the station and somebody was dead sure to try something with her if she started walking around alone.

"Where are you staying tonight?" he asked, with an attempt at sounding casual.

"Oh, I'll be going right over to the university woman's dormitory," Jane assured him brightly. "Were you planning on calling to see whether I brushed my teeth before going to bed?"

"You'd better learn to read more accurately," he snapped. "It says in the catalog that the dorms don't open until the twentieth of the month, which is two days from now. What do you plan to do in the meantime?"

Jane was thunderstruck. It had never occurred to her that there would not be a warm cozy bed waiting for her at the university as soon as she arrived.

"In that case, I'll check into a hotel," she stammered, caught a little off guard.

"Look, why don't you let me take you over to my friend's pad. He and his girlfriend live in a big place on the edge of the campus and you can sleep in the bed they were saving for me. I can flop on the couch and...."

"Oh, no you don't," Jane reacted immediately. "That's exactly the sort of thing my parents warned me about."

"I'm glad they warned you about something," muttered the ex-soldier, but he said no more and helped the girl get her luggage down off the rack, watching the neat, smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks as he followed her off the train. As he placed the bags on the ground next to the track, having momentarily lost sight of Jane in the crowd, a small, seedy looking man in a weather beaten wrinkled suit approached with a sly lecherous grin.

"Hey buddy, like a girl for the night?" the stranger mumbled, looking furtively around him. "Your choice of the hottest babes in town!"

For a moment, Dan was tempted. It had been a long hot journey and talking to the voluptuous young coed had excited him considerably. But he rejected the idea anyway. For one thing, he had already decided that he was through with paying for it; secondly it would be a little sad to screw some tired old bag after he had been excited by someone as attractive as Jane.

"No ... no thanks, not tonight."

"In case you change your mind, address is 22 Peurgeot Avenue. Jest ask for Maxine. We get all the college crowd out there."

Dan nodded and forgot the address almost as soon as the little pimp disappeared from sight. Then he turned and found Jane at his elbow.

"Well, see you around the campus, as they say," she smiled at him, offering her hand.

"Yeah, see you in Biology IA. Remember, you promised to sit next to me. Hey, there's a cab for you!"

What a stroke of good fortune, Jane congratulated herself as she stepped into the back seat of the taxi. If I hadn't overheard that man giving Dan the address of a hotel where all the college kids go, I don't know what I'd have done.

"Where to, Miss?" inquired the taxi driver, greedily eyeing her lust-inciting figure through the rear view mirror.

"Maxine's," she told him brightly. "22 Peurgeot Avenue."

The taxi driver's jaw dropped open, but he wisely decided to say nothing. About time these college girls stopped giving it away for free, he thought savagely, and the cab roared off into the night.