My God! Was this all he was after? An anal rape? The trancelike stupor in which I’d spent the last day and a half suddenly vanished.
I lay on the bed while he lay next to me recovering, refusing to touch him, to even acknowledge he was there, as if he were a total stranger. I began to quake, my mouth went dry, my heart pounded in my chest. I knew I had to escape, but I could barely move. With that thought suddenly overtaking all others, the heavy feeling of inertia fled and I jumped to my feet in search of my clothes, which I found strewn from the door of his bedroom all the way to the kitchen. I picked them up, recalling how they’d been shed with a boozy, delirious laughter as we made our way to his bedroom.
“What are you doing?” his voice suddenly ripped me from my frantic place.
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