"Good girls and bad carried on so much alike, in the cheery old summer of 1931, a Yankee might well have been deceived. / The Southern boy was a bit harder to fool. The moment he saw a girl behind a door screen naked to her navel and lifting her breasts, he sensed something was up. When she did a slow spread-legged grind and threw in a blinding bump for good measure, he suspected it wasn't free. When she opened the door and said, ‘Step in, I don't bite,’ he went in, of course, out of simple courtesy. But he wasn't fooled: she was after his money, that was all. No, it wasn't easy to fool a Southern boy any summer."