Driving home the point day after day, year after year, the blonde grew up from a shy, lovely young girl into a deeply frustrated and confused young woman who ran away terrified from the mere prospect of a date with a man. Carol's parents were farmers who'd struggled against the hard rocky earth with barely a survival to show for it, and being deeply religious they soon became convinced God was punishing them for that night. That night, terrible as it was, was the night Carol's father came home drunk and forced her mother to perform a horrible depraved act. Soon after, their crop of sparse wheat burned up with dust, their tractor broke down, Jason Shaw got severe hemorrhoids that kept him from ever plowing the fields much less his wife, and all hell descended upon their lives.

Convinced they were being punished by a vicious, unrelenting God for that awful act of depravity, in their ignorance they turned on their only daughter, Carol, and turned her innocent young life into a living hell, where the mere word sex was brutally punished with a whipping delivered by her father's thick leather belt. It was only natural that Carol, instead of blossoming into radiant passion, became a terrified wallflower who secretly felt her ripe young body was ugly and sinful, and that sex was an invention of the Filthy Devil himself. And all because of a very sloppy blowjob, demanded by a very drunken farmer one Saturday night. And, coincidentally, because of a dust storm that ruined the crop that year and a case of hemorrhoids that came from a sweating ass on a tractor.

Carol knew the other girls at the office made fun of her behind her back. Frustrated, healthy sex urges have a bizarre way of twisting minds, and if the plump blond acted clumsy and found it impossible to even look into a man's eyes, she thought it was because something was seriously wrong with her.