No man’s crude hands have ever touched my body, but other hands have — hands that understand my need — hands of other women
From the back:
What strange specter from Sue’s past possessed her? Why was she so intensely erotic? Why did she stand there in her room, nude and alone, and feel the fires of hell crackling within her—then experience herself tumble into a frenzied world of exquisite pleasure, and moan,”Morleen, why aren’t you here? I need you.”
Here is the compelling story of how Sue comes to grips with her warped past, battles it, wavers, falls, rises to battle again, and emerges victorious — a whole woman.