I'm not really sure if there are other girls like me. For a long time I was so embarrassed about the way I am that I wouldn't even admit it to myself. But I suffered such shame and guilt that I'm willing to let my diary be published if it'll help just one girl to know she's not alone in the world. If there's another girl somewhere who has the same driving need to ... well, to do the nasty sex things I always wanted to do without admitting it-that girl needs all the moral support she can get."
So states the young female victim of an overpowering sexual perversion which to this day dominates her intimate sexual relationships. Cindy Henderson, as we shall call her to protect her identity, is twenty-one years old at the time of this writing. She is a file clerk in an Encino bank where she has been employed for almost a year. With respect to these isolated facts, of course, Cindy bears a resemblance to literally hundreds of other girls in Encino, and to thousands throughout the nation.