But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. You’re neither of you any longer under arrest. The door closed softly upon her. ‘But you are idiot. “Are you a virgin, Julian? With your handsome face
and powerful body, you mean to tell me that you haven’t
dipped your wick?”
He started to get angry, “But it’s not the same for guys
as it is for girls!”
“So you have tasted the forbidden fruit, haven’t you?
You’re no different than any male. I have seen many of them. She counted three on the way to the train and four
more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken
him to bed with not so much as a word. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. If
not, keep up your spirits. They came teeming distressfully through her aching brain:
“A man can kick, his skirts don’t tear;
A man scores always, everywhere.
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