Looking years younger than the Age of Consent, Lynn Martin learned early on that she could have any man she wanted. Every fantasy wasn't something conjured up for her own personal pleasure. Bill never ceased to be amazed with his "little girl" and her ingenious imagination. One night when Sam was gone on a business trip, an appealing pubescent girl showed up at Bill's door holding a shopping bag filled with "something or another." Looking awful young with her pigtails and wearing some sort of uniform several sizes too short, at first he didn't even recognize the girlish voice. "Mr. Watson, would you like to buy some Good Scout fudge?"
And, there was the honorable Reverend Charles A. White. The healer of all the "eligible" women in his congregation, married, widowed, white or black, he "loved" them all. But, Lynn, white and barely past the Age of Consent, if even that, he just had to have some of that "nearly virgin" young white girl. It didn't matter that she was saying "NO" most of the time they were doing it.