WHAT was wrong with young and wondrously attractive Gay Horton? It wasn’t just that she had no morals, no restraint. The queer thing was that night after night she haunted low dives, tenement houses, cheap bars, looking for the grimiest, worst-mannered, most uncouth men she could find. Obviously Gay was sick. But her voluptuous beauty tempted even Paul Gray, the psychiatrist trying to help her. When Gay threw herself at him, he yielded-leaving his own sweetheart, pretty Pat Morley, to fall victim to the unnatural needs of other women. As for Gay, she pushed Paul still further into the pit. He found himself confronted by aberration more revolting than the love-mania with which she had first come to him …

Was Gay deliberately trying to punish herself by squandering her blonde beauty on low, vice-ridden brutes? Did her guilt concern her relations with a member of her own family …?

SENSITIVE, TENDER, YET ALMOST FRIGHTENING IN ITS IMPLICATIONS, THE STORY OF GAY HORTON EXPLORES THE THERAPIST’S WORLD -AND THE DARK PLACES OF A WOMAN’S SOUL.

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Gay sat up and swung her feet off the couch. “How I hate you. Sneaking and sliding and prying. What are you looking for? More filth? I’ve told you all about myself. I’m a no-good, dirty slut. There’s nothing I haven’t done or won’t do. Leave me alone, you filthy Peeping Tom!” She had been slowly advancing on me, her eyes wild. Suddenly she wheeled and reached down to grip her skirt. She pulled it up and fell backward on the couch. She smiled at
me, everything about her now changed.
She said, “Come on, Paul. You know you want to. You might as well. I’m giving it away, you know. To all comers.” I stood up. She called me a nasty name ….