It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost. Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant along with two other couples. Three senior boy... each with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He tried to have his way with her, and at first (she admitted, after much. ..certe cose non si possono impedire, sarebbe un peccato non farle. Poi le sue mani vanno sui miei glutei, io mi bagno, ha mani calde e sicure che sanno bene cosa fare. Riusciamo a raggiungere casa sua anche se io lo avrei divorato lì per strada. La porta si chiude, lui mi prende la testa mi mette a forza in ginocchio e dicendomi: "succhia troia!" mi caccia in bocca il suo cazzone. Mi scopa la bocca, non riesco a fare niente, passano 30 secondi nei quali mi bagno spaventosamente, pregustando. What might we do then?Let me tell you about the Tufts girl and the thing I couldn’t quite grasp—this parallel line my thoughts were following as we continued to ask and answer each other’s casual little question, passing time on the train; she was interested in talking to me.She had to perceive that I was probably twice her age. I am aware of how the male psyche, my psyche, can twist and pervert the most innocent transaction into evidence of something more. An irrationality borne of desire can. Cocktail waitressing paid better tips anddancing better still.He had even faced the fact that his mother had slept with men formoney when he and she had most needed it. Just that, in fact, hadbeen the precipitating event that had led to their leavingAmanda's."No whore is any daughter of mine," Amanda had said in one of herdrunken, self-pitying rages.It was no virtue but Barbie had managed to keep her amateurstatus, lying with men for money only when she had needed to payutilities, get her car.