Sam had never been able to sort out his feelings about the girls who danced or performed in porn videos. He certainly felt men had a right to see such things, which had to mean that the women had a right to perform for them. And he’d believed—or tried to believe—that s*x was natural and good: He and his wife had given both their children s*x-ed books that emphasized that. But Sam couldn’t convince himself that adult dancing or porn was an acceptable profession. If Jenny were a dancer at such a club, Sam knew he would feel not just shame and embarrassment, but also a deep sadness, a conviction that he and his wife had failed terribly in raising her.
No, these girls had crossed some kind of line—whether out of greed or need or neurosis or something even darker and more disturbing—into a li
