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my grandmother. I was down on a dirt road, you know? The house looked like Tobacco Road . I was really embarrassed to walk into my own house. When the school bus would drop me off, I would walk to the neighbors’ house.
     
    HARRY REEMS : Assie really lived up to her stage name. She was a beautiful Puerto Rican; woman—and she’d come out onstage and say, “El-lo, my name is Assie; would you like to see my pussy?”
    Assie would lift her skirt and underneath she was wearing a G-string with a pussycat appliquéd on. For me, it was love at first sight.
     
    TEMPEST STORM : They called it flashing. They’d flip the G-string up real fast. Right in your face.
    Most of the girls were willing to do whatever it took. There was no more art to it anymore; it became just a way for the girls to make fast money, which I don’t put down. To each his own.
     
    SHARON MITCHELL : When you’re adopted through the Catholic Church, you have to attend parochial school. It’s a lease that comes on the child that can’t be broken. And the nuns come every month to check up on you. I think if that lease is broken, they take you and resell you to someone else—probably a zoo or a circus, you know?
    I had a uniform, but I think I destroyed it because I was dying to get out of Catholic school. I think I got out sometime after grade school—after confirmation. You have to go through so many sacraments, and thenyou’re allowed out. But there was a condition—I had to go to catechism, which was fine.
    It was the sixties, and my mom went out and bought me my first colorful outfit to wear to school. It was a little pink and purple flowered miniskirt. I had purple fishnets with a little garter belt thing.
    And I had hot pants.
     
    HARRY REEMS : I couldn’t take my eyes off Assie those first few nights. About the fourth or fifth night she asked me if I’d like to go out with her after the last show. A friend of hers was a cocktail waitress in a club up the street. The waitress friend loaded us with drinks that really got us bombed.
    We left the club at dawn. Assie agreed to have a nightcap—just one—in my fleabag room. Drunk as I was, I was still nervous as hell.
     
    MARILYN CHAMBERS : Fortunately, the Cybill Shepherd look came in—so it was a lot easier for me to start getting some work. They’d call me in once or twice a week.
    Then I got a call from Procter & Gamble to audition for the new Ivory Snow box. I was chosen as a finalist. And then I had to go before the clients, and they took me out to lunch—all these men in their three-piece suits. They were very nice. But little did naive Marilyn know that everyone’s always trying to get into my pants. I’m thinking like, “Oh, gee, they really like me!”
     
    HARRY REEMS : Assie gave phenomenal head but only up to a point. Then we were into a balling scene. I went into my standard missionary position.
    “Harry,” said Assie, “I like you. You are a nice boy. But you have much to learn about how to make a woman happy.”
     
    SHARON MITCHELL : I had a lot of drunken sex, mostly with much older people in Camaros. I never hung out with my peer group. I just used to go to bars and fuck factory workers. I don’t know why. I think they were just there, and I could drink with them.
    And then I had sex with my girlfriends.
    The first one was about sixth grade. I seduced one of my girlfriends, under some guise of comparing pussies or something. She was definitely down for it.
    Then I fucked all her brothers. She had a few brothers, so I had sex with the whole family. It was kind of neat. The whole family was nice.
    My favorite wasn’t the older brother, the one that deflowered me, although he was very nice. It was the younger brother, who was more tender; he used to hold me afterward. I thought that was really nice. Thenthere was once when all three of us had sex together—my girlfriend, her brother, and me.
     
    HARRY REEMS : It seemed like we fucked around the clock. Not to mention