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Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people’s behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
ABUSED YOUNG VIRGIN — a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
The phone rang at twenty minutes to nine and Wanda Carstairs groaned with disappointment as she went to answer it. She would have to be in bed early again tonight, the second time this week and it was only Thursday!
“Hello, baby? This is Karen,” Wanda’s big sister’s sultry voice said on the other end of the line. “I’m entertaining a visitor tonight, honey, so it’s bed by nine for y’all right away, okay?”
“All right,” Wanda said reluctantly, too well-mannered to sass her older sister. “See y’all in the mornin’!”
Wanda hung up and began tidying up the small apartment she and Karen shared. The place was boxy, with paper-thin walls and ugly furniture that was part of the cheap rent, but the two girls kept it as neat as a pin and did what they could with Karen’s meager earnings to make it more homey.
As soon as she had picked up the evening paper and arranged it atop the neat pile in the magazine stand, Wanda turned out all of the lights except for the one on the end table by the couch and went to her tiny bedroom. The girl’s heart was beating faster as she thought about her plan for what seemed like the millionth time.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BC-1021 in the original publications (a duplicate).