"He didn't win often. He could have – he had all kinds of speed, but he couldn't learn to cut right on the turns. He'd be ahead going into a turn and lose it all on the outside. Then he'd get up on the finish, but always be third or fourth. It was heartbreaking. He tried so hard. I cried like a baby when he came so close."

"I guess the sex part started one night after I had been masturbating like crazy for about an hour. I would get absolutely wild from fingering myself off half a dozen times. I just got hotter and hotter, squirming around… my nipples stuck out a mile, I was so worked up. Then and my clitoris. The more I rubbed it the bigger and harder it got. Finally it was almost too sensitive to touch. I just lay there in bed shivering and itching and wanting a man's cock in me so bad… but afraid to try it for fear of getting pregnant and having a messy affair and being some guy's property."

"I was thinking in straight, square terms then. And none of the men I knew appealed to me as husband material."

"So I rubbed myself off all the time and thought about my prince charming with a hard six or seven inches who was a millionaire who would find me and marry me."

"The sex thing with Bo started one night on the farm after we got back from a three-week run in Mexico. I started masturbating to get rid of some sex tension that had built up and I got myself all wet and juicy and I came off about five times, but it wasn't enough. I was thinking more and more about sticking a banana or something up in me and fucking myself, just to feel something up where the itch really was."

"As you can see, I'm a kind of chubby girl with nice fat legs and a nice fat ass. Also I've got a really nice pair on me. Talking into a tape recorder like this is fun… no one's going to know my real name or where we live, so I can really level and be flat-out honest."

"So – you're going to let this bit get into the book, too? Why not? If I don't talk too much? I guess you'll cut out what you don't want, huh?"