But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. Once again she had been unable to stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought. Once again she had let the shameful needs of her body win out over her conscience. Large slow tears trickled from her eyes, turning them into huge blue liquid pools as the full knowledge of her weakness tore apart her triumphant mood of just a few seconds ago. Why, oh why did she do things like this? the unhappy young blonde asked herself in agony. There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in growing despair. She was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody somewhere was speeding it up. In the back of her mind she dimly realized that it was normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the same time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.
Angela's parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to raise their daughter within their own code. While they were never cruel or capricious, they were at the same time unyielding, completely convinced of the divine rightness of their views. Naturally, the area in which they had been most strict was in regard to sex, or rather the denial of it. Angela was forbidden to go out with boys until her senior year in high school, and then only with those carefully screened and selected by her parents. At the same time, her parent's deeply ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell her anything about "sex", which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be repeated only when necessary for the emphasis of important moral lessons. So the young girl grew up totally ignorant of the implications of her parent's repeated warnings against the sins of the flesh.