None of them seemed to be hung up the way she was. If they dug a stud, they went with him and did all kinds of wild, wonderful things. At first, and this had been really years ago, she had been stunned and shocked and revolted when she'd heard other girls talk casually about "giving head" and "getting eaten," and she'd actually had to ask what the terms meant. She had blushed furiously, and was incredulous, when they laughingly told her, like a child, that they meant taking a man's huge throbbing cock into her mouth, or having him crawl eagerly down between your wide-splayed legs and feeling his hotly quivering tongue slide deep up into your pussy.

She had thought they were putting her on, but in time found out these things-and many things even more outrageous, like getting spanked with a ping-pong paddle or even lashed with a whip, were absolutely true! There was no way, Candy Mullender vowed, that anything so perverse would ever happen to her! She would die before she would allow herself to become such an animal! It was just unnatural! Obscene and vile! While she was not as strait-laced as her strict New England parents-nobody could be and function in any part of show business-she did have certain standards from which she would not deviate. Indeed, she had been to bed with fewer than a dozen men in her life, which for a healthy, naturally-sensual young woman of twenty-five was almost being a virgin-these things were just so revolting as to be unthinkable. She had never felt comfortable again around the girls who so casually dispensed their sexual favors. Yet, not wanting to appear a snob and a prude, she had made a sincere effort to be nice to them, particularly as her own career was progressing faster than theirs, and she was a truly compassionate person. She even prayed occasionally that they would see the hell-pit they were inevitably headed for and change their ways before they were damned eternally. Not take up choir-singing, but become decent, healthy, clean people.