"She's my daughter and I'm going to make a whore out of her!" my father screamed. And that weekend, he did--though my girl friends at school had already taught me plenty. And after my father, there were always men for me. Too many men, even, and not one of them really good enough for me. And that is why I fled to the country--where I found Prince (or did he find me?)--my beautiful stallion, my wonderful lover, who gave me what I needed so deeply, so badly, so completely--who filled me, emptied me, soaked me, exhausted me--made me deliriously happy, and completed the educational job started by my father.
