Where I grew up, her name was Therren. Have you ever known anyone with that name? I think it must have some sort of wicked overtones.

I must say, I never dated Therren. She carried herself in such a way that no one in school would have dared make fun of her or say anything about her "dates." She walked the hallways of the school as if nothing untowards was going on. A stately girl, if not the best-looking one in her class. Quite well-built and somewhat tall for her age.

Some of my friends would pick Therren up on "dates" at various times. There was no doubt about the arrangement. She got picked up, she got screwed, she got taken home. Well, that was how we thought of it back then. Now, it occurs to me that the guys I knew picking her up were the ones getting screwed more than her. They felt guilty afterwards. Therren just looked satisfied.