Trailer Tramps

TRAILER TRAMP

Her mind and her body were confused, tormented. She didn't know what she was doing. She shouldn't be here like this, in the arms of a strange man. She ought to run, but she couldn't. Everything she needed in life was here. Life, itself, was this very moment. Life was music and this man and her body-its desires. Life was now, this instant!

TRAILER CAMP WOMAN

Hank wanted this smooth, sophisticated woman, wanted her badly. He wanted to kiss her, make vicious, violent love to her, taste the passion she obviously held locked beneath the veneer of high class manners. He wanted to make her bow to his every whim and command. And finally, he wanted to possess her. That was Hank Mitchell. Any woman, once his, became nothing but a thing to him, a body he'd enjoyed. And he was determined to enjoy this woman, so different from anyone he'd known ...

LOVE CAMP ON WHEELS

She had no reason to think Stan would want a permanent attachment to grow out of having shared a motel room with her for a couple of hours. She knew that men came fully equipped with a built-in double standard. A good woman simply did not go to bed with a man because that was the thing she wanted to do. Not in the good old U.S.A. American women were supposed to come antiseptically sealed in cellophane and mounted on a wholesome split-level pedestal. Then, as if inhibitions were turned on and off at the flick of a switch, they were expected to bring their husbands all the know-how of a street walker ...