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In this second volume of INNOCENT IN CHICAGO, the author, Mary Jenkins, portrays with vivid clarity the slow and painful destruction of all Cynthia’s hopes, dreams and morals. In her search for love, she becomes desperately lost in the depths of degradation, sacrificing her body to pay for her growing need for drugs and kicks. The youthful, innocent curiosity about sex and life have long disappeared and she is forced to face the stark reality of the depraved, warped world into which she has fallen. She surrounds herself with every type of undesirable, for this has become the only type of life she knows, and although she realizes in her heart that she is wrong, she is powerless to change it.
By the time Frankie and Cynthia arrived at Shoo-Fly’s apartment for the party, it was well after midnight and fifteen or twenty people were already there, with more arriving as the hours went by and the musicians, strippers and other night people had finished their jobs.
Cynthia had attended Shoo-Fly’s parties before and knew basically what to expect. She was certain that there would be plenty of marijuana, assorted other drugs if you wanted them and plenty of people ready to indulge in sex if you were in the mood. His apartment was luxuriously furnished for whatever your whim may be and he reveled in the fact that he could supply the surroundings as well as the drugs for his growing circle of friends. Although he was slightly condescending at times, everyone was more amused by his antics than anything else. He was always good for a loan with no questions asked, and periodically gave wonderful parties.
Even though he preferred men to women, often saying that the only good thing about females was that half the time they gave birth to males, he never tried to molest men after they had once given him a definite brush-off. He would just shrug his shoulders and say, “Well, no hard feelings, but do come around to all my parties and bring a girlfriend,” and then with a laugh, “and any of their old boy friends for me!”
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