Glenda had enrolled for a year at the Madagaskilla County Junior College. She was biding her time before moving east to seek fame and fortune as a model. She'd done some local modeling and quite enjoyed it, and flattered herself that becoming an international sensation was only a matter of time.

She was quite content for the time being to take a light course load at MCJC and frolic happily with her large circle of friends for one more year before seriously pursuing any kind of a career.

One thing she knew for certain. She did not want to just get married and settle down and have a litter of brats and get fat and ugly. The mere thought of such a future was enough to make her shudder in horror.

No, Glenda Farrell was going to be a wild thing, untamed and free, skipping merrily down life's uneven, sometimes perilous path, unfettered by any silly little restrictions and bothers.

Our story opens one balmy April evening. Glenda Farrell had decided, quite calmly and suddenly, that she was going to dump Hank Rigorettino. He was getting too "heavy". She'd put up with it for a while, because, after all, he was Hank Rigorettino, absolutely the hottest hunk at MCJC. And she loved parading her captive around in front of her envious girl-friends.

But, really, enough was enough! He wanted to know everything she did when she wasn't with him, and complained when she broke a date, and he was always trying to get her to suck him off.

Glenda Farrell didn't like to suck boys off. It was boring and it made her jaw sore. She liked to be fucked, though most of the time even that was pretty ho-hum. Even with Hank Rigorettino…

Glenda glanced at him now. She was sitting next to Hank in his scarlet convertible as they cruised down Pilsner Boulevard. My, he was good-looking!

Hank was nineteen, tall and well-built, with short-cropped straw blond hair, a white-toothed grin, boyishly attractive, even features and a gorgeous tan. Tonight, he wore a tee shirt which clung to the beefy contours of his "V" shaped, hard-muscled torso and a pair of thread-bare blue jeans which hugged his crotch becomingly.