There’ll be a hot time in the new town tonight The town of New Westgate had gotten off to a bad start, thanks to the greed of Rush Powell, its developer. But it was Powell’s son, Keel, and his playboy ways that showed the town’s bedroom morality for what it really was:

when he visited a motel with Lily Hummings, a restless wife- when he would not listen to a teenage carhop begging him to stop-
when he forced innocent Carla to submit to an abortion-
when he persuaded well-curved, hard-to-get Renny Andreason to say Yes!
Can money buy everything? Is it a license for manslaughter, rape and adultery in the new communities being hastily built to meet
America’s population explosion?

Perhaps you already know the answer because you live in one of these troubled towns. But this frank novel of women who will do anything to ride in sports cars, and of men to whom money means nothing but sex, will open your eyes to new patterns of age-old sins!

Even During Business Hours —

He found her alone in the office. He said, “Did you put it over on Dill?” She smiled. “He was so drunk he doesn’t know yet when I got home that morning.” “That was sure a wonderful night. I never had a woman like you before. You’ve spoiled me for all the others.” “Honest?” She looked wistful, wavering. She swallowed, shaking her head at what was drifting through her thoughts. “Gee, we better just forget the whole thing.”
“I won’t and you won’t, either,” he said in a low tense voice.
She swallowed again, while he stepped over and turned the lock on the inner door. She was in a corner formed by the counter and wall, and she still did not move except to open her mouth, her lips loose and twisted. He came up slowly, watching the eyes that grew vacant behind a lustrous film. He could see her breasts rapidly rise and fall as she arched back against the counter. His palms pressed against the slope of her hips. Her head went back, her fingers slid under …