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Society has denied women the right to pursue high adventure. But some women are not content to fulfill the acceptable roles of housewife or career woman. They are looking for action, perhaps in much the same way as the restless young male who travels the world over in search of excitement.
Doris Meyers is that kind of woman. Raised in a nightmarish world of poverty, she seeks refuge in her role as wife to a respectable but boring man. Eventually, though, her true nature forces her to break out of the uncomfortable mold.
She finds excitement through her most natural outlet—her body. If she had been born a man in an earlier century, people might have said she was “born to be hanged”. But Doris Meyers finds a happier destiny, through a man who can understand her quirks … because he has his own.
To many another woman, Doris’s fate might seem the ultimate in humiliation. But it brings the vivacious redhead the first real happiness she has ever known.
It was nine o’clock in the evening. Early for a pretty, energetic twenty-two-year-old to be going to bed. But what else was there to do?
Sighing deeply, Doris Meyers stood in front of the big mirror her new landlord had just yesterday affixed to the wall opposite the bed she shared with her shoe salesman husband, Harry. She began to slip her sleeveless sweater up over her head. As she cast it carelessly onto a chair in the corner, her self-pity was momentarily forgotten. She admired the lush, rounded swells of her breasts that she freed from her brassiere with one deft flick of the wrist. Good-looking tits, she observed with satisfaction.
Doris had learned to be critical and appreciative of her good looks early in life. She had been raised on the wrong side of the tracks, where an attractive woman was considered a valuable commodity. Doris had guarded her maidenhood jealously, waiting for the man who could rescue her from the misery of brawling neighbors and leaky faucets and cockroaches in the kitchen.