She rose, dropping the letters all in a heap.
She was the aggressive one now. She drew me to her quickly, "Stay ... and I'll promise to be good to you!"
I pushed back, loathing ... loathing her and myself, but myself more, because in spite of all my disgust, my pulses leaped quick again to hers.
"Sit down again."
I did not listen, but stood.
"I was thinking that you would stay for supper and then we could go to some show and after come back here and I would give you a good time."
I staggered out, shocked beyond belief, the last animal flush had died out of me. All my body was ice-cold.
"Promise me you'll come again this day next week," she called after me persistently.
She drew the door softly shut and left me reeling down the dark corridor.