the walls of Eleana'S room. These are the figures she takes to bed with her, Imagining all the uses they would make of her. The phallic substitute can bring relief, but not fill the void that Eleana feels inside of her. The throbbing need of a real man and not an illusion.

MIKE was a real man. Tender and gentle with Eleana. Giving her everything she could desire except himself. Eleana describes to LAURA, her cousin, that fateful day with MIKE. Naked and seemingly ready as she enters his bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, she approaches him. Offering him everything she possesses. Willingly to give every pleasure he can ask for, every need, every fantasy he desires. Her warm body enfolds him, her lush mouth caresses him, her small hands stroke him. He is hers for a moment. Then he breaks away. Eleana moves towards the bedroom, eager to be united with the man she loves. But there on the rumpled bed is the sleek brown flesh of another man and Eleana knows what MIKE really is and what MIKE can never become a man for Eleana.

LAURA kisses the tears from Eleana'S face as her hands draw out the pain in Eleana'S breast. Eleana knows that LAURA will become her lover. "Don't you want me to?" "More than anything in the world, Laura. More than anything in the world." Together the two women merge into one being. It is frightening, exciting, forbidden, wicked and wrong, but it is right for Eleana. A whirlpool of passion and desire engulfs them. Their yearning bodies reach the fiery explosion of completion.

LAURA'S husband, JIM, never learns the truth. For he is treated as the lord and master of both women.

Afraid of losing themselves in each other's embrace, LAURA takes Eleana to a masked party, hoping she will find the man her body so desperately needs. HILDA'S full ripe figure sways to a savage beat. Her clothes fall to the floor. A man approaches Eleana. He is tall, blond, a virile animal-ness exudes from his being and Eleana knows that tonight she will end her search. Writhing in sensuous abandonment, the others meet and couple. Plunging, driving, Eleana at last feels the deep satisfaction of a man. Unleashing a torrent of hunger, Eleana sighs and screams as her erotic appetite is sated again and again. Free and soaring on the wings of love, she throws away her innocence for the joys of womanhood, Now she has found the reality and gives up the illusions. In gratitude she rips the mask from her lover's face, for she wants to look at the man that has delivered her from her dreams. "Jim! Jim! My God, it's Laura's husband."

Alone she searches, alone she walks, looking for the one who will fill the emptiness that obsesses her. Eleana, the child who became a woman, the woman who searches for a man . . . Eleana.