Pity My Love — Daoma Winston

She changed names as often as lovers…

Sometimes she was Charon -- then Freebee or Glynnis or Mara. She was young and lovely, with dark, slanting eyes and soft black hair. And the men who had known her naïve charms never forgot her. But she left them one by one, out of boredom or lust for adventure.

Then, one day, her battered small body was found near a dusty desert road and, scarcely alive, she was taken to the hospital. Who was she, the authorities wondered. Who was she, she asked herself, and was afraid of the answer. When her picture appeared in the local paper, the men from her past recognized that appealing face. And each one tried to get back into her life -- and take her home…