He was composed of fresh, juicy, tender, delectable man flesh. His mouth was slick and wet. The saliva glinted blindingly off his ivory teeth. Charley Chase was held in the rapture of a sex dream in which she thought a Fabio-like hunk was going to take her in his brawny arms and bend her to his ungiving will. Then she woke to find two crew cut freckle-faced farm boys from Waukegan in unwashed overalls, their asses smelling like a pigsty, but the heads of their cocks shiny as a light bulb's. What the hell, thought Charlie, if I can't have a romance novel poster boy sharing my bed chambers, I'll settle for these bozos. She was wrong. They settled for each other and talked about having a pajama party later. Charley wasn't invited.