Babs Duncan rose from her sunbathing, flaunting her woman’s body sensuously before him. He couldn’t be more than eighteen. His hard, garage mechanic’s body lit fires deep within her.
 
Jack had heard about women like her. He know now that the call to fix her car was an excuse. He stood there, just a few foot away from her, drinking in the golden glow of loveliness from the top of her flowing, flame-colored hair . . . down . . . down . . . to the tip of her lacquered toenails.

He know he should get out but his judgment was no match for the fire of desire she lit in him. Before long this eighteen-year-old boy was her slave, addicted to strange lusts that only her greater experience could satisfy. She made him her puppet of passion. There were no lengths to which this woman would not go to keep this boy in her bed—and that included divorcing her rich husband.
 
What kind of woman seeks out young men or boys for satisfaction her own husband can’t give her? this book gives a fearlessly frank and honest new insight into a social problem more common today than is generally realized.