Cynthia Poor little rich girl—I guess that's what some people might say. But my problems seem very real to me. Forced by my family in three weeks to marry a man whose very sight disgusts me, I feel more like a pawn than a daughter. My father says to stop being selfish and think of the family. I say they should think of me. Tired of not making my own decisions, I decide to take control over the one thing my family has no say over—my body. More specifically, my virginity. They may be able to make me marry that poor excuse for a man, but he'll never get my cherry. A terrible plan, maybe, but it's all I have. Enter Cress Martin. The tall, dark and handsome mechanic who saves the day when my car unexpectedly breaks down in the small town of Bakersfield. With his devil may care attitude and panty-melting good looks, he just might be the man I'm looking for. Cress Poor little rich girl out for fun... that's what she is. She wants a thrill by slumming it with a poor mechanic like me. She claims that her life isn't her own. That she has no choice but to marry some loser her father picked out in three weeks. I say nobody can choose your path for you. She wants to give me her cherry as one final act of rebellion. But I won't be a pawn in her childish little games. But the more she begs with those pouty lips of hers and thrust her tight curvy body in my face, the more my resolve starts to slip.