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Whether in the form of a salesman, a carnival pitch man, or a politician or, as in this novel, several men from various walks of life, the con man has always been with us, and with us he will most probably remain.
His victims include us all-the rich and the poor, the young and the old, the wise and the ignorant, the celebrity and the average citizen.
Widespread Whore is not a story about con men. It is the dramatic story of a woman victimized by, not only her circumstances, but the men she meets. As an impressionable and confused teenager she is conned into losing her virginity. She is taken advantage of by the principal of her school. Later, she is duped into marrying a masochist. And her ultimate degradation is when she is lured into the sordid world of prostitution.
Although this is a work of fiction, it contains a serious message-a warning-for all of us.
Freda Thurlowe was not medically trained. In fact, it was a considerable challenge to her to handle a fingernail filed too close at the corner. But there she was, balancing a bottle of Merthiolate in her left hand and dabbing at Tuesday Noir’s bleeding crotch.
“Jesus Christ! The son of a bitch damn near chewed you up and spit you right out on the floor!” she exploded. “What kind of a mangy mother-fucker would bite chunks out of a girl?”
“Shit, I don’t know,” Tuesday said wearily. “He was one of those smooth-talking cats when we haggled over the money, but once he got his pants off and caught sight of me bare, then he just went right out of his tree.”
Freda dabbed on some more of the medicine and was gratified to see Tuesday wince. “If it burns, that’s good,” she said. “My grandmother always said the burning was a sign the germ was dying.”
“You and your grandmother,” Tuesday sniffed. “I bet she never had any of that stuff stuck up her cunt. Goddamn! It’s just like liquid fire.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number EL-2003 in the original publications (a duplicate).