At night, alone in my room, I used to suffer. I knew Beth had the one she loved in bed beside her. I knew their arms entwined and their lips met. I was so terribly love-hungry! I didn't want a man. But, oh God! everything in me, mind, body and soul cried out for a mate of my own-my kind of a girl! A girl who would want me as much as I wanted her.

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I needed sex. Needed it then and there.

Why couldn't they realize that persons like Jan and I have as much right to live our lives as people like Beth and Hal?