But her refusal to let me sleep with her on innumerable occasions began to frustrate and even irritate me.But her refusal to let me sleep with her on innumerable occasions began to frustrate and even irritate me. * * * Things came to a head when, a few weeks later, she demanded the newspaper I was reading, and when I didn't answer her, she snatched it from me. I am afraid this was too much for me, and I was on my feet in a moment, and before I really thought about it, I slapped her across the face. By that action, which took only a second, the relationship between us was entirely altered. I tried to back down, apologizing for my hastiness, but to no avail. "I didn't mean that," I said to her. "I'm sorry." "Sorry! You certainly will be. No man has ever put a hand on me in my life, and you certainly won't ever do that again." "But I said I was sorry!" "Too late, you bastard. No one does that to me and gets away with it." Then to my amazement, she grabbed me and put her knee into my balls. I fell flat on the floor, doubled up in pain. |