Edith Rogers: Playground prowling

"I began to whore when I was fifteen. At least, I let this one guy set me up in an apartment. All he wanted was to visit twice a week.

"I got pretty bored, sitting around with nothing to do, so I began to hang around a couple of bars, picking up a few guys here and there. Sure, they paid me. Why not? I was young, hot and willing. I used to average twenty bucks a throw, and inside six months I cut loose from the old bastard and went strictly solo.

"I hired a pimp, but he beat the hell out of me one night and I just took off. I ended up in a silly set-up in an 'Oil town,' where the going rate was two bucks! So I rolled a guy one night for a hundred.

"The rest is on the record. Here I am I could kick my Dad's balls off! If he'd been any kind of a man, he'd have slapped my ass good that first night and turned me off. Maybe I'd have graduated from high school this year, the way I should have. Who knows. I guess I was always cock-crazy, but did it have to be my own father that busted my cherry and got me hooked on sex?"

In the few interviews that the psychiatrist had with Candy, little was learned or gained. Candy is bitter. She refuses to acknowledge that it was she who was the aggressor. She does not seem to show any interest in rehabilitation. She sees herself as a "burnt-out whore," at age seventeen!

Psychiatrists believe that there might be one lone chance for Candy: if she were to find an older man who really loved her, who could overlook her past and marry her. She might respond to such a love, for she is undoubtedly a victim of a deep, true Electra complex.