She had no reason to think Stan would want a permanent attachment to grow out of having shared a motel room with her for a couple of hours. She knew that men came fully equipped with a built-in double standard.
A good woman simply did not go to bed with a man because that was the thing she wanted to do. Not in the good old U.S.A. American women were supposed to come antiseptically sealed in cellophane and mounted on a wholesome split-level pedestal. Then, as if inhibitions were turned on and off at the flick of a switch, they were expected to bring their husbands all the know-how of a street walker . . .
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