Unformatted text preview: nd drew up her knees, and reached for the covers. I don't know what came over me. Fury? I looked down at this little feminine thing, this creature with her outstretched hand and ragged LASHER veil of black hair, and pale shivering face, and I saw her make the Sign of the Cross, and I became enraged. "How dare you play with me in this way!" I said, and I threw her back on the bed. Her dressing gown opened and there were her breasts, a luscious enticement. Within seconds, I was ripping open my own clothes. She had begun to scream. She was terrified. "No, no Julien, don't!" she cried. But I was on top of her, and spreading her legs, and ripping what cloth was left out of my way. "Oh Julien, please, please, don't," she cried in the most heartbreak- ing voice. "It's me, it's Katherine." But it was done. I had raped her and I took my time in finishing it and then climbed off the bed and went to the window. I thought my heart would burst. And I could not believe what I had...
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