And what paternal care existed in a man who could have no children, was given to a young whore.

Then he remembered the young blond whore who had been so much trouble.

The young whores whispered to each other and shook their heads in disapproval.

On the big table in the middle of the room sat a young whore.

Two young whores, hardly sixteen years of age, had been picked up soliciting in the streets.

The young whore had already run down the short flight of steps to the door and was holding it open for me.

A woman, not the young whore who had led me here, but another, lay on the bed in a pose of sexual abandonment and availability.

He said to the youngest whore: "Why don't you pretend for him?"

I drifted south along Washington Street looking for a young white whore.

With her hair pulled back and no makeup, she looked totally different than the young whore he'd taken in off the street.