She was a nice girl. So were all the girls Vince liked. But they didn’t stay nice very long. Vince made his women love him and then hate him. Betty had to have him. She offered him everything. And Vince took her lush young body. All he ever did was take. No woman could hold him for very long. Because for Vince there were always other girls just as willing and eager. Vince wanted to sample them all. In one brief summer Vince grew from an adolescent boy to a mature man. He learned the delights of the flesh from so many women that he thought he was burned out at eighteen. Until he met Anita. Anita who was like Spring fire. Anita who was all that the other girls had been — and more.