She began to feel used, began to feel they saw her merely as a cunt, a hole to fuck, and it was this nagging suspicion that made her cool toward men, at least in recent months. She recognized this fear as the shadow of the man who had broken her young hymen so brutally. But merely recognizing the fear for what it was and escaping it were entirely different things.

Carol refused to believe that there was anything deeply wrong with her psychologically. Such admissions were foreign to her. She was a stubborn

and strong woman emotionally. She could weather any emotional storm and come out in one piece. She had done it before and she could do it again. But the storm that was brewing inside her this time was to be too much even for her. It would make her life topsy-turvy and throw her into whirlpools of sexual exploration that would make even Carol's free-thinking mind swim.

Carol was beginning to feel herself attracted to young men, men between the ages of Eighteen and nineteen. It was an attraction that she had forced herself to accept as part of her emotional makeup, even though she knew and had known all along that such attractions were taboo. She had noticed this attraction years ago. Now that her fear of men her own age was increasing, she found her attraction toward young men increasing apace. She didn't entirely understand the deep emotions that drove her, but she recognized them as powerful forces in her life. Something told her that -a new episode in her sex life was about to open.

It was the tenderness, the innocence of young men that made her cunt hot. She felt a deep hunger within her, a hunger for their bodies and souls. She knew that they would not hurt her, knew that their motivations were less aggressive, knew that she would be the aggressive one in any relationship she started with a young boy. She knew that she would feel safe with a boy, safe and free to give her all in the hot fucking that she craved.