Jo Lynn was then 29 and seemed to have independent sources of income. She had no job, no husband, but lived in a nice apartment and always fashionably dressed. It was believed that her brother provided her support, although it was suspected that some prominent local citizens, otherwise respectable married men, also contributed to her well being in return for her affections—and possible connections to her brother.
She was a dark-eyed beauty, very slender, but with enough bosom and rump to give her the shape of a fashion model. Her hair was thick, wavy, and nearly black.
She was also known to be a hard drinker--but a happy drunk. She had been picked up for drunken and disorderly behavior in several towns around the Hill Country and several times in Austin over the past ten years. In those days almost all public drunks were men who were simply put in a jail cell for the night, usually without being charged with anything. A woman, particularly a woman from a prominent family, would be quietly driven home. Every cop in Austin knew where the Congressman's sister lived.
The night of the GDX party was nothing special. It was early in the school year, and the first drinking party for the new pledges. The objective was to get the pledges falling-down drunk to test how they held their liquor.
That same night Jo Lynn had taken a taxi from a boring party her brother was attending with some oilmen from Houston. She asked the driver if he knew of a party where a girl could find some action. He knew of some frat parties and drove her to the nearest, which happened to be the GDX House.
It was getting toward midnight, and she was fairly intoxicated, but stable, when she walked in the door. She didn't look anything like the two bobby-sox college girls who were still at the party showing the boys how to do the Lindy Hop. She was wearing a tan tailored suit with a waist length wide-shouldered jacket, a silk blouse, silk stockings and tall heels.
Several young men who were without dates came quickly to welcome her. She smiled showing a full set of healthy white teeth and asked for a drink.
The house was warm enough that she removed her jacket as she drank down a glass of Ever Clear punch, showing the college boys the outline of her lacy white bra that could be seen faintly through the sheer silk.
While gulping down the second and bigger glass of punch, Jo Lynn went from one young man to another getting very close, touching their faces, and letting them get the slightest feel and smell of her. Her flirtation was enticing to these dateless and horny young men. The vulnerability of her obvious intoxication added to their arousal.
One of the bigger men, a junior named Kyle, pulled her close and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head slightly to allow only a cheek before she pushed him away. She tried to dance with him, but was too unsteady and soon dropped to one end of the big sofa to watch the room swirl around.
The big boy hovered near by, and when he again caught her eye, he held a big hand out for her. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. "Are you feeling OK?" he asked. "Maybe you should lie down for a little bit."
Jo Lynn leaned on his arm and looked up at him with half opened eyes. "I know what you're up to, mister," she laughed. "Show me the ladies room, and maybe I'll let you take me home."
He led her down the hall to the guest's bathroom that served as a ladies room on party nights. When she closed the door, the young man quickly surveyed his remaining fraternity brothers to see if there was a car he could borrow. There was one car parked behind the house that belonged to a brother without a date, but the owner insisted that no one could drive it but himself. He offered to drive them both to her apartment, and his pledge would come along for the ride.
She was in the restroom so long, that the boys had to knock to see if she was OK. When she re-appeared, she looked almost sober with fresh lipstick and carefully brushed hair. Her gait remained a little wobbly.
The car was a big four-door Hudson. The big lad held the back door open for her and she stepped easily into the sedan sliding across the wool seat cover allowing her long legs to open slightly to show the boy a little something.
