was very kind. When she regained
her wits, he said, It's all right, Kid,
I took care of you.
What a mess she was in. Then he added,
you'll never forget me now.
And drove her home.
Only a man who is sick, she said
would do a thing like that.
It must be so.
No one who is not diseased could be
so insanely cruel. He wants to give it
to someone else--
to justify himself. But if I get a
venereal infection out of this
I won't be treated.
I refuse. You'll find me dead in bed
first. Why not? That's
the way she spoke,
I wish I could shoot him. How would
you like to know a murderer?
I may do it.
I'll know by the end of this week.
I wouldn't scream. I bit him
but he was too strong for me.
I can't yet understand it. I don't
faint so easily.
When I came to myself and realized
what had happened all I could do
was to curse
and call him every vile name I could
think of. I was so glad
to be taken home.
I suppose it's my mind--the fear of
infection. I'd rather a million times
have been got pregnant.
But it's the foulness of it can't
be cured. And hatred, hatred of all men