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"'No.'
"'Well, if you love me, I am yours.'
"What was I to do?
"I felt loath to have a girl who offered herself so unconditionally, and yet would it not have been more than foolish to let her go without satisfying her craving and my own desire?"
"And then you know as for committing suicide it's all nonsense."
"Not quite so much as you think."
"Well, well, what did you do?"
"I? Well, I went halfway.
"Kissing her, I laid her on her side, I opened the tiny lips, I pressed the tip of my phallus between them. They parted, and little by little, half of the glans, then the whole head, went in.
"I pushed gently, but it seemed caught on each side, and especially in front it found an almost insurmountable obstacle. Just as when driving a nail in a wall, the point meets a stone, and hammering away, the tip gets blunt, then turns on itself, so as I pressed harder, the point of my tool was crushed and strangled.
