I spit on your graves by 1920-1959 Boris Vian Page B

something else."
    She turned the knobs around until she got something that could be danced to. One of the two fellows invited Lou. The other couple danced. I took Jean for a drink before we started. I knew what she needed.
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    When Dex and I went up to go to bed, I'd hardly said another word to Lou after our long conversation. Our rooms were on the first floor, on the same side as the girls'. The girls' parents had rooms in the other wing. The local characters had gone home. As a matter of fact the girls' parents weren't in the other wing at all, but were in New York or in Haiti or some place like that. My room was at one end, then Dex's, then Jean's, and finally Lou's. I wasn't in exactly the best spot for my purposes.
    I got undressed, took a nice shower and then rubbed myself all over with a rough towel. I heard Dexter moving around in his room. He went out and then came back a couple of minutes later, and I then heard the sound of somebody taking a drink. He must have made a little trip down to the liquor supply and I thought it wasn't a bad idea at all. I knocked lightly on the door between his bedroom and the bathroom. He came over right away.
    "Say! Dex," I said through the door. "Am I dreaming or did I hear some bottles clinking?"
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    "How about having one," said Dex. "I brought up a pair of them."
    It was a bottle of rum. Nothing better to help you fall asleep, or to keep you awake, depending on who, when and where. I expected to keep awake, but I heard Dex go to bed pretty soon after. It affected him differently from me.
    I waited a half hour and then slipped quietly out of my room. I had one pair of shorts and my pajama tops. I can't stand wearing pajama bottoms. They drive me wild.
    It was dark in the corridor, but I knew where I was going. I walked forward none too cautiously, since the rug was thick enough to muffle the noise of a ball-game, and I rapped softly on Lou's door.
    I heard her come over. Or rather I felt her come, and then the catch turned. I slipped into her room and softly closed the paneled door.
    She had on a stunning white dressing-gown which she must have stolen from a Varga girl. I could also see that she had on a lacy brassiere and a set of panties to match.
    "I came to see if you're still mad at me," I said.
    "You can't stay here," she objected.
    "Why did you answer the door then?
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    Who did you think it was?"
    "I don't know, - Susie I guess."
    "Susie's sleeping. And so are all the other servants. You know that as well as I do."
    "Just what do you want?"
    "Just this."
    I caught her in my arms and kissed her with all I had. I have no idea what my left hand was doing then. But she fought back and I caught on my left ear one of the best socks I've ever caught in my time. I let her go.
    "You're a brute," she said.
    Her hair was done up in the usual way, loosely, and parted in the center, and she looked just delicious. I kept myself calm, however. The rum helped me.
    "You're making too much noise," I answered. "Jean'll hear you."
    "There's a bathroom between our two rooms."
    "Oh! Fine!"
    I went at her again and opened up her night-gown. I managed to tear at her panties before she could hit me again. Then I caught her wrist and held her hands behind her back. She rested easily in the hollow of my right palm. She fought without a sound but with all her anger. She tried to butt me with her knees, but I slipped my left hand around the small of
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    her back and pressed her tight against me. She tried to bite me through my pajamas. I couldn't get my damn shorts off. I suddenly let her go and pushed her towards her bed,
    "Well," I said, "you've put on a pretty good show, but I'll be damned if I'm going to wear myself out for nothing at all."
    She looked as though she were going to cry, but her eyes shone with anger too. She didn't even try to cover herself, and I got an eyeful. She had a thick black muff,