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The Violated VirginSlowly she eased off the bed and walked into the bathroom. For a moment, she stared at herself in the mirror, at the swollen lips, her red-rimmed eyes, the finger marks on her breasts, and the red smears around her vagina. Almost mechanically, she reached for the faucets and let the hot, steaming water run into the tub, and after adjusting the temperature, she slowly lowered her aching body into the warm depths. She stretched out and closed her eyes. Oh, God, she thought, I pray I don't get pregnant. Please, God, don't let me be pregnant. In the dim recesses of her mind, she heard the voice of her sociology instructor: "Lotsa luck!" Chapter 3 Slowly Suzanne opened her eyes and gazed around her bedroom. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow around her. For a split second she began to smile, looking forward to another day; then the memory of the experiences with Donald and Ted came flooding back, swamping out the happy anticipation and replacing it with a tide of renewed horror ...» |
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