sun and in her eyes warm mist obscured the sky . . . a little scream died in her throat.

But was it rape? The solid farm folk didn't think so. The accusation in their eyes affirmed their knowledge of her guilt.

Escape. From them, from herself. Jeannie came to New York to lose herself in the lonely crowd. There she shared an apartment with Vivian, warm, knowing and self-sufficient without men.

Jeannie became a secretary in a theatrical agency. Here she hoped to begin a career in the glamour industry, and here she met Jim, a smooth, handsome young actor on his way up. At first their relationship seems to be the love she needs so desperately to give and receive. But there is room in Jim's ego for only love. Jim can only take, not give. She runs from him when he tries to seduce her and it becomes obvious that he can only make love, not love.

Because of her beauty, Jeannie is fair game for every male on the make. The head of the agency keeps pressuring her and finally attacks her in his office. She moves on to become a model in the shadow world of high fashion. Here the roles of the sexes are obscured and relationships superficial. Jeannie longs for Jim. She tries to reach him, but he has left town on tour. When he returns she runs to him, ready now to settle for only the appearance of a normal love affair. He takes her to an opening night party. But the party turns into a jet-set orgy. When Jeannie refuses to join Jim in the sexual fun games, Jim grabs another girl and makes love to her in front of Jeannie. Frightened, and distraught, Jeannie runs home. She surprises a burglar. Cornered, alone in her apartment, the burglar attacks and rapes her. When he escapes she makes the suicide attempt that brings her to the psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist tries to help, to reach out . . . but it is all too late for Jeannie, her emotional wounds are permanent . . . unable now to everb enjoy healthy relations with a man, she turns reluctantly to the security of Vivian's strange, unnatural love.