Sexual orientation :
But "FANCY" was my name (illustrated)
I’m taking the lyrics to a popular country music song and expanding them into a First-Time prostitution story. I’ll say this; the original song was implicitly about sexual choices. I have taken the liberty of using some of the song’s original words to help setup and move along my tale.
BUT “FANCY” WAS MY NAME
I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow that I was going to be a lady someday, though I didn't know when or how. I couldn't see spending the rest of my life with my head hung down in shame. You know I might have been born just poor white trash, but “Fancy” was my name.
From the song “Fancy” by Bobbie Gentry (1969) & Reba Mcintire (1991)
Prologue (Here’s your one chance Fancy)
Time: 1930s depression era Louisiana
Place: One room shack on the outskirts of New Orleans
Miss Fancy Mae Devereux sat in an oversized washtub trying her best to scrape and scour the humiliating filth of poverty from her flawless, alabaster flesh. From the corner of her eye she could see her sickly, coughing mother slaving away ironing every wrinkled crease from a satin dancing dress. In a basket under the ironing board an infant fussed and cried.
Now in the summer of her 18th year of living, Fancy had carefully shaved her long, slim legs. Sunlight gleaming through a window glistened off the shorn, porcelain-pretty naked skin. Following her mother’s instructions, the girl had also tried her best to use scissors and a straight razor to neatly trim the edges of her thin, reddish-blonde bush of pubic curls.
Through no efforts of her own making, Fancy had a ‘date’ this evening. One of the wealthiest merchants in New Orleans, Mr. Jonas Ward, had stopped by earlier and had a secretive talk with the girl’s mother.
After the man left, the mother looked around at the pitiful shack then pulled her daughter aside, took a ragged breath, and said, “Fancy, we don't have money for food or rent. To say the least we’re hard pressed. Your Pa's run off and I'm real sick and the baby's going to starve to death. Honey, Mr. Ward is coming back to pick you up later and he will take care of everything for us if you’ll just treat him ‘nice’.”
Fancy had a ‘good-boy’ boyfriend, but like most males who knew her, he was at times a little bit too grabby-handed with her. While innocent and pure, chastity-wise, this was a young lady you knew men admired the shapely form of her quickly maturing young feminine body.
“Honey, get out of the tub and let me comb and curl your hair,” the girl’s mama said. “Not that your hair needs much curling. Why, I’ve never seen such a luxuriously beautiful head full of naturally curly tresses as you have on your head!”
Despite the awkward circumstances, Fancy smiled and beamed proudly, “Mama, the bible says a woman’s hair is her crowning glory. I guess, in that respect, I’ve been blessed with glory aplenty!”
Mrs. Maggie Mae Devereux, abandoned wife of a French-Creole riverboat gambler, started crying. The tears brought on a coughing fit. A bit of blood was expelled into the last lace handkerchief she owned.
“Don’t worry Mama,” Fancy said with uncertainty. “I’ll get through this and tomorrow we’ll get you to the doctor, we’ll buy some food, and everything in this world will be alright.”
Fancy stepped from the washtub, dried the shimmering locks of her long, red hair, and allowed her mother to slip the scarlet dress over her head. The satiny cloth slithered snakelike over the young woman’s silky skin and fell to cover the ripening curves of an undeniably feminine body. A long, revealing slit running up the side seductively hinted at the womanhood concealed within the sheer cloth.
Stepping to the mirror, Fancy gazed at the stranger staring back at her. Standing back from the looking glass, her eyes beheld the image of a woman reflected out where the figure of a half-grown kid had once stood.
“God forgive me for what I do,” her mother said. “If you want out girl it's up to you. But, if you want a better life you’d better start sleeping uptown."
A blaring car horn stifled any further discussion. A hulking Cadillac limousine with a chauffeured driver awaited just outside the yard gate.
Fancy’s mother dabbed a little bit of perfume on her daughter’s neck and she kissed her cheek. Then, with the tears welling up in her troubled eyes, she handed the girl a heart-shaped locket that said, "To thine own self be true."
From a far off distance, it sounded like somebody else was talking but Fancy heard her own childlike woman’s voice quizzically asking a last-minute question, "Mama what do I do?"
Through tear-stained eyes a brokenhearted mother’s reply simply said, "Just be nice to gentlemen, Fancy, and they'll be nice to you."
As she opened the door and walked down the path, the chauffeur opened the car door. With her trim-limbed legs tucked safely inside, the door was shut and Fancy’s world was changed forever. Twisting her head, she caught a glimpse of her mother’s bloodstained handkerchief waving goodbye.
The Ward house was one of several stately mansions aligned along a tree-lined street. After pulling under the secluded canopy of a roofed portico, the chauffeur opened Fancy’s door and escorted her through the home’s backdoor and into a sweet-smelling, well-stocked kitchen.
The overpowering aroma of food made Fancy’s belly grumble from hunger. A dour-faced woman dressed in the nondescript uniform of a housekeeper took the young lady’s hand and led her down a long, wood-paneled hallway.
Stopping at the heavy library door, the housekeeper knocked, entered, and pulled Fancy in after her. “Mr. Ward,” she announced. “Sir, Miss Devereux to see you.”
“Come in, come in, Miss Devereux,” a hearty gentleman’s voice said. “How are you Fancy? How is the family, your mother and the baby? All well, I hope. Have a seat on the settee over here.”
The housekeeper retreated and closed the door. Following the elderly gentleman’s instructions, Fancy took a seat beside the grey-haired man. Her eyes watched intently as he withdrew an overstuffed wallet from his breast coat pocket and took out three pieces of paper currency.
Fancy’s dilating eyes fixated on the treasury notes as they were laid out side by side on the coffee table. The denominations of each bank note jumped into her mind. She gazed in fascinated wonder at the $5, $10, and $20 bills.
“Fancy, my dear,” the man said. “I believe we have no need of ‘small talk’ at this time. We both know why you are here. Young lady, I’d like for you to choose which bill you would like to accept for your services. Pick the $5 and we will have no more than some simple ‘petting’ and kisses. Take the $10 and we will go upstairs for a more intimate encounter. Choose the $20 and I’m afraid I can’t make promises as to what will happen.”
Fancy’s mind spun dizzily. The $5 would pay for the doctor her mother needed so desperately with enough left over for a week’s groceries. The $10 would pay two month’s rent on their one room home. The $20, why that single bill would relieve all her family’s burdens for the foreseeable future!
Through her dizzily spinning fog of fascination, Fancy recalled an old saying she had once heard which went something like this; “In for a penny, in for a pound.”
“Mr. Ward, may I choose all three bills?” Fancy abruptly blurted out. Having ‘made her bed’, she added, “Sir, I’ll accept whatever consequences this decision might lead to!”
As she was speaking, Fancy’s hands were tightly clutching the alligator purse she held. The handbag was the only material reminder she had of her gambler father who had won it in a poker game with a riverboat gambling lady.
The alligator bag was removed from Fancy’s trembling fingers and a man was stuffing three crisp bills inside. One was a $5, one was a $10, and one was a $20. The man had taken her hand and was escorting her to an upstairs room.
“Fancy, you need not have worn such a pretty dress for me” Jonas Ward said. “Why don’t we get you into something more comfortable? This is my daughter’s bedroom and I bet she has something to fit you. Rachel and her mother have gone up to Baton Rouge for the weekend. My daughter and you share classes at school, don’t you?”
Without awaiting an answer, Jonas Ward held a garment up to his nose and inhaled its scent. He spoke triumphantly, “Here girl try this on! This is something Rachel sleeps in. How about just leaving all of your undergarments off? And girl, jump into Rachel’s bed when you’re dressed.”
Surprisingly, the man turned away as Fancy stripped her own clothing off and slipped on another girl’s silky, satin white pajamas. Following instructions, she slid under the covers of her schoolmate’s bed.
With his back still turned to her, Jonas Ward whispered, “Fancy, you must play my game if you are to fulfill your obligations to me. When I turn around, I want you to pretend you are Rachel and I wish for you to call me ‘Daddy’. Okay, Honey?”
While not understanding this game at all, Fancy nonetheless new how to play ‘make believe’. No child raised in poverty could survive childhood without a vivid imagination. “Of course it’s okay Daddy! I’m in bed now Daddy if you want to turn around.”
“Why there’s my little girl all snuggled up in her girlie girl bed!” Jonas said when he turned. Taking a step forward he sat on the edge of the covers and added, “It’s not yet dinner time Honey, is my baby feeling alright?”
Reaching out a hand, he touched Fancy’s forehead. “Just as I thought,” he said. “I believe you may have a fever. I’ve heard that several kids at your school have the measles so I’d better check you over for red spots. Would you mind if I did, Baby?”
“Oh Daddy I wouldn’t mind at all,” Fancy answered. “I do feel ‘itchy’, so Daddy, if you find spots, will you rub and scratch them with your hands and fingers?”
As an answer, the man unbuttoned every button on the silky pajama top. Spreading it open, he exhaled a loud whoosh of breath at the sight of a young woman’s heaving nude bosom.
Exploring hands, searching for red spots, squeezed the mounded feminine flesh. Testing fingers teased nubile nipples until they stiffened into erect buds. The hands and fingers massaged the itchy child’s shoulders, neck, face, and hair. Moving down to the girl’s abdomen, the hands and fingers found an abundance of red-spotted flesh to scratch.
Despite her initial reservations and hesitancy, Fancy was beginning to feel warmth spreading through her loins. She began thinking that perhaps this might not be as dreadful an experience as she first feared it might be.
Feminine intuition informed this young woman that she had quite a bit more influence over what would happen to her than she had first imagined. By playing her cards right, she might even be able to control a man.
“Daddy, my back itches” Fancy said. “If I turn over on my belly will you pull my pajama top off and scratch my shoulders and back? I swear I’m even itching clear down under my bottoms! I can’t reach back there. Can you do it for me, Daddy?”
Wordlessly, Jonas Ward quickly pulled the satiny top off the girl and massaged the silky skin on her shoulders and back. The horny devil inside his pants was fully awakened now.
When Fancy arched her hips and slipped her pajama bottoms down, the man let out an animalistic moan. The moan became a wild, wanton groan when the girl begged, “Oh Daddy, please scratch my itchy ass!”
Jonas Ward’s flying fingers flew to manually massage the protruding mound of naked female ass skin. Never, in his wildest dreams, did he ever imagine his hands would touch such a beautifully erotic feminine treasure. While he rubbed and played with this prized girlie-girl possession, his lips begged to touch the tantalizing flesh.
As if reading his mind, Fancy announced, “Oh god Daddy, my ass itches so much! I’ve heard tell that saliva is a good anti-itch remedy. Daddy, will you please kiss my ass and try to lick it with your tongue? If it works, then I hope you can try it on my really itchy tittie nipples!”
Half out of his mind with lust Jonas Ward kissed the girl’s pretty, lily-white ass flesh with dozens of kissy-licky strokes of his mouth and tongue. So near the edge of insanity was he that he wasn’t even aware that his teeth were biting into solid meat until he heard a pained squeal.
When the girl turned over on her back, this kiss-hungered man transferred his mouth massaging mauling to the protruding nipples of her tits. The taste of the nectarine nubs was unbelievable sweet. Not one inch of mammary flesh escaped the uncontrollable oral assault.
Fancy’s female mind was beginning to realize the extent of power a woman could exert over a sex-hungry man. Embolden with this newfound knowledge, she decided to brazenly exploit it. The $35 she held in her purse was an ungodly fortune to her. But, she began reasoning that if she used her mind as well as her feminine wiles, perhaps she could earn an even greater monetary reward.
“Oh Daddy it’s really working!” Fancy declared. “My boobies and my ass are not itching nearly as much as they were. But Daddy, my ‘middle part’ between my legs is about to drive me crazy with an aggravating itch! Oh please take off my pajama bottoms and lick me ‘down there’!”
Babbling unintelligibly, Jonas Ward jerked off the pajamas and dove headfirst into the xxxxbushy patch of curly red pubic hairs between the young girl’s legs. The neatly-trimmed fur flew as his mouth savagely ravaged the swollen mound he found there.
No man had ever touched Fancy in this way. Surely this was a sinfully wicked thing for a young woman to let a man do? And certainly, she shouldn’t be saying the words which were now coming from her mouth, “Oh Daddy, yes please do that! Kiss and lick the sticking out, meaty part in between my crack. Here, let me hold it open for you.”
By spreading her outer vaginal folds, Fancy exposed her untouched clitoris for a full visual inspection. The man positioned between her legs seemed to be more interested in playing with the clitoral flesh with his mouth than he was in looking at it with his eyes. His kissing lips and his licking tongue feverously attacked the tender skin.
Unfamiliar warmth began growing inside Fancy’s virginal vagina as the man continued his voracious vaginal assault. She was a ‘nice girl’ who had never even played with herself before. No boyfriend had ever touched her ‘there’ either. So, she was curiously wondering about this strangely pleasing sensation.
Suddenly, the pleasing sensation took on another level of pleasurable intensity. Fancy’s vaginal cavity released a flood of moisture which coated a deep-penetrating, stiffened tongue. The prodding intruder continued to probe deeper until it was tickling and punishing her virginal hymen.
Out of the blue and with little forewarning, Fancy’s sexually-inflamed vagina began spewing out a cummy orgasmic liquid. The spurting fluid sprayed the man’s face but it did nothing to lessen his hungry cunt-eating offensive.
“Go ahead and ‘cum’, Babydoll,” the man stopped for a second to say. “I want my baby to have lots of happy-time ‘orgasms’. Is my girl happy? Is it helping your itching to stop?”
Before answering, Fancy allowed another wave of blissful pleasure to sweep her away. “Orgasms?” she finally asked. “Oh Daddy, is this what this wonderful feeling is called?”
“Oh Daddy, don’t stop just yet!” Fancy begged. “Oh yes, I’m very happy. Ah, here comes another one! Oh glory, it’s good! Orgasms are the best thing in the world! And Daddy, I’m not itching anymore at all!”
Inspiration hit Fancy like a lightning bolt. She now knew what she had to do to gain control over a man. Sitting up in the bed, she said excitedly, “Daddy, are you itching? I betcha you’ll catch my itchy red spots! Mister, you’d better let me take off your clothes and check you over for spots. I’d better give your body the same kissing and licking treatment you gave to mine!”
Jonas Ward could hardly believe his ears. He couldn’t believe his fortuitous luck. Boy, could he pick them! The innocent little waif he had planned to seduce was turning out to be a vibrant, vivacious vixen that was now stripping his clothing off and attacking his naked flesh with her hands and her mouth.
Fancy’s flittering fingers massaged the nude man’s back as he lay face down in his daughter’s bed. She slapped his ass with a stinging smack. Memories of her father’s abandonment brought a tinge of bitterness to her mind. Angrily, she smacked Jonas Ward’s ass again. Losing control, she viciously ass-whipped the man-creature lying beside her.
Gaining control of her senses, Fancy stopped her spanking assault. Remorsefully, she began kissing the reddening ass-flesh. This man bore no blame for her father’s desertion of his family. This man was not the one responsible for the great economic depression which was tearing apart so many homes and families.
Fancy’s wandering hands descended down between the man’s spread-eagled legs and came upon a part of a male’s anatomy she was unfamiliar with. Her fingers found themselves cupping a soft, sack-like bag. Her manual manipulations led her to believe this bag contained a couple of round balls which felt like eggs.
“Good god almighty and Mother Mary in heaven!” the man attached to the ballsack exclaimed. “Oh god Babydoll, you’re driving me crazy! Damn girl, my cock is so horny-hard it’s about to explode!”
Giggling merrily, Fancy teased, “Well Daddy, why don’t you turn over onto your back and let your girl see what she can do about your problem. We certainly wouldn’t want you to explode all over this nice bed. Daddy, just what in the world is a ‘cock’ anyways?”
When the man flipped over onto his back, Fancy’s mind needed no spoken words to answer her naive, virgin-girl question. Her startled eyes gazed upon an elongated, swollen rod of masculine flesh. She quickly surmised that this meaty erection was the ‘cock’ which was in danger of exploding.
Fancy had no idea as to just what a cock explosion entailed. As her fingers wrapped around the stiffened erection, she wondered if maybe this manly manifestation might be akin to an explosive stick of dynamite.
This young lady’s rationalizing mind recalled the wondrous feelings the man had given her when he licked and kissed the feminine parts between her legs. He had called the joyous feelings ‘orgasms’. “Hey Daddy,” she announced. “I know how to keep you from exploding! You just hang onto your horses for a minute and I’ll calm you down.”
Allowing feminine instinct to guide her actions, Fancy began kissing and licking the erect rod in her hands. She felt racing blood flowing rapidly through the pulsating bluish veins. When she closed her mouth over the bulging end of the erection, she swore she could feel the man’s heartbeat.
Jonas Ward’s spirit was flying high in blowjob heaven. Never, ever did he imagine he would be able to soar to such blissful heights! Entwining his fingers into the girl’s wild-flying mane of curly red tresses, he bobbed the saliva-filled mouth up and down on his erection.
Fancy knew she must be doing something right. The man was moaning and groaning excitedly. His meaty manhood was slipping effortlessly in and out of her mouth. At times, it seemed like the stiffened pole was poking the back of her throat.
“Aha Daddy, I knew I could stop your explosion!” Fancy triumphantly said when she was able to extricate the cock from her mouth for a second. “But wait, what’s happening now?” she asked a second before her mouth captured the pulse-pounding dynamite cockstick again.
Too late, this naive young woman realized she was badly mistaken. Her victorious achievement was short lived. Consciousness of reason hit her with the resounding clarity of a church bell’s dinging dong. Why, she had not delayed the explosion at all! No, in fact, her cocksucking ministrations had hastened the very volatile detonation she had sought to prevent!
With a cock buried deep in her mouth, Fancy’s throat bore the brunt of the erection’s explosive discharge. Streams of cummy fire threatened to choke the life out of her. Her only defense was to swallow with great, breathtaking gulps.
Jonas Ward lost his sanity. He pounded his cock into the young feminine mouth and continued to pour out his orgasmic cream. He heard a far off wailing and then realized it was his own unfettered voice screaming with elation because of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had in his life.
Fancy was doing her duty and was fulfilling the carnal obligations she was paid for. Would he want more if he ever stopped cumming? She kept on sucking and swallowing as she admitted to herself that this whole experience wasn’t nearly as dreadful as she had imagined it would be.
Jonas Ward was spent. He pulled his cock out of the girl’s mouth and said, “Babydoll, climb up here beside me and cuddle up in my arms. Oh Lord forgive me but child I loved what you just did so much!”
Fancy did as instructed. Rachel Ward’s bedcovers were now wrinkled and covered in sex juices. Hopefully the covers could be changed before the innocent teenager returned from her trip.
“Did you Daddy, did you really, really like what I did?” Fancy asked. Sensing that this was the time to answer opportunity’s knock, she steeled her nerves and dared to ask, “If you really liked it Daddy, do you think I could have another $10 to buy some ‘pretties’ with?”
Springing up, Jonas Ward reached across the naked girl and grabbed his wallet. Withdrawing a $20 bill, he showed it to her then slipped it into her alligator purse. “Baby, you buy yourself lots and lots of nice pretties, and clothes, and such. But Sweetie, you won’t find anything that will look finer on your body than the beautiful birthday suit you’re wearing right now!”
Elated that her mercenary plan had been successful, Fancy threw herself at the man and kissed him enthusiastically. She had never kissed a man’s mouth before so she was pleasantly surprised to find out it was nicer than she had expected it would be.
Snuggling into the man’s arms, Fancy fell asleep dreaming of all she could do for her family with the $45 dollar fortune she had nestled inside her purse.
Two hours later she awakened to find out darkness had fallen. Jonas Ward sat at a small table set out with a supper setting for two. “Hey gal, are you hungry?” he asked. “Come and get it, there is plenty.”
“It’s ‘plenty’ my sore, teeth-bitten ass!” Fancy exclaimed unintentionally. “Why, it’s more food than I’ve seen in years! May I take some home for my mother and the baby?”
Laying two $20 bills on the table, Jonas Ward slyly said, “Young lady, I was hoping you might stay a little longer. I have some unfinished business I would like to complete. Miss Fancy, I want to get my cock inside your hot young pussy!”
Ignoring her nudity, Fancy sprang out of the bed and threw herself into the man’s lap. It had taken all of her willpower to resist scooping up the money first, but she knew she didn’t want to act too blatantly mercenary. There were names for women and girls who traded sexual favors for money.
While Fancy was eating from the bountiful feast, Jonas Ward called down to the kitchen and instructed the cook to prepare a basketful of food. He instructed his driver to deliver it to the house of the young lady and to inform the mother that her daughter would be home late.
“Girl, this time I want ‘Fancy’ in my bed,” Jonas Ward said when the girl stopped eating. “Let’s go bathe in my tub and jump under my covers. Young lady I now want you to call me ‘Jonas’.”
The ornate porcelain bathtub was a far cry from the galvanized metal washtub she had bathed in earlier. Two nude bodies fit into it with room to spare. Fancy and Jonas had room enough to frolic and play, so frolic and play, they did.
Surprisingly fit and strong for his age, Jonas scooped the freshly-washed girl up from the tub and carried her to the bed he shared with his wife. Once again his hands and his mouth explored her young feminine body from head to toe.
Fancy reciprocated Jonas’ lustful affection. She kissed and caressed the man’s body being especially mindful of the rigid erection which was once more swollen and stiff. As she sucked his meaty manhood, she knew this was the night she would loose her virginal maidenhead.
Jonas threw the cocksucking girl off him before she could again rob him of his seminal fire. This time he was determined to deposit his creamy cum inside her tight, hot, young pussy.
Fancy had seen animals mating and she knew the copulation act was often a violent, rapacious event. She was therefore surprised by the gentle passion of the man mounting her body. He had tenderly spread her legs and was lowering himself over her slowly. The head of his cock was tentatively touching the delicate wings of her inner pussy lips.
As Jonas’ cockhead spread her pussy lips and began entering her vaginal chamber, Fancy’s female body released a flood of natural fluids meant to aid in penile penetration. The slippery slick lubrication coated the cock intruder.
Fancy’s virginal hymen resisted and fought against the penile invasion. Yet, the determined prodder poked and prodded until it pierced through the veil of resistance. The entire length of the man’s erection then followed along and sank in deep.
Fancy squealed with the initial pain. She knew it would hurt, but after a few minutes, she had to admit that the discomfort was already fading. This was a young woman who had learned this day what orgasms were and she could feel more of them building up inside her pussy now.
Frictional fires burned as Jonas’ cock moved in and out of Fancy’s tight, virgin-busted pussy hole. Vaginal muscles constricted and squeezed around the fast-moving shaft. Heated cock and cunt flesh tingled excitedly as thousands of sex-starved nerve ends were stimulated.
Orgasmic euphoria began. Jonas’ cock summoned forth seminal fluids and began expelling them into their welcoming vaginal home. Fancy’s pussy gloried in the sensations caused by the pressurized streams of man-milk filling her up. Squishy, squashy male and female cum spurted out of the too-full, once virginal vaginal cavity.
Orgasms stole away all sense of time and place. A man and his young lover gloried in a world of enchanted, forbidden, sinful bliss. The orgasmic fanfare played louder and louder until a crescendo of contented carnal satisfaction was reached. Finally, the music slowly faded and two weary fornicators rested.
By the time the early morning sun peeped over the eastern sky, the alligator purse lying on the bedside stand contained a thick sheaf of greenback currency bills totaling an astounding sum of nearly $200. While sore and exhausted from too little sleep and a night full of vigorous sexual exertion, Fancy considered herself to be a young woman as rich as the Queen of Sheba.
Fancy had never suspected that on the fateful day when her mother sent her on a ‘date’ with a gentleman it would be the last time she would see her mama alive. Her purse-full of ill-gotten gain came too late to save her family. Her sickly mama died during the night and the welfare people took the baby away.
Miss Fancy Mae Devereux’s sinful attempts to better her family’s desperate, downtrodden life gained her several disreputable names. Unjustly labeled as a harlot, a hussy, a slut, this young lady refused to allow this reputation to force her to bow her head in shame.
It wasn't long after the girl gained her scandalous sexual status that benevolent men began seeking out Fancy’s favors. Handsomely paid, she often found herself pouring tea in multi-roomed penthouse suites with down covered four-poster beds to play in.
Since then Fancy has charmed a governor, a king, a congressman, and an occasional aristocrat. She bought herself an elegant southern mansion and a luxurious New York townhouse flat.
Now in this world there are a lot of self-righteous hypocrites who call Fancy bad. They criticize her mama for turning her out no matter how little they had.
But Fancy hasn’t had to worry about anything for all the rest of her life-long years. Yet, occasionally she can still hear the desperation in her poor mama’s voice ringing in her ears, "Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down! God forgive me for what I do. If you want out girl it's up to you. But, if you want a better life, you better start sleeping uptown.”
This uptown Lady sleeps just fine and feels no remorseful shame. She may have been born poor white trash, but “Fancy” is her name.