When Women Were Women And Men Were Men

I am well aware of the current narratives about toxic men and a hundred point concession form culture. How totally boring, how totally unrealistic. What woman in her right mind wants an emasculated man around the house?

Going back to those days when men were men and virgins were scared, I was a quiet studious girl. I dreaded 'that' day, and daydreamed about it. I read raunchy novels, handed down by my aunt who believed that reading about being ravaged was far more exciting than watching porn on the VCR.

Many times I lost sleep reading about Pirate Jacque and Maid Marion on the pirate ship Belmont in the South China Sea. Never did I imagine how my 'day' would come about.

It was any given Tuesday, I had a tough test that day and I had pulled an all nighter. I went to the library to get out of the heat and fell asleep at a cubicle reading one of my novels. My dreams raced as I woke to a guy shacking my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

He embarrassed me telling me I was talking in my sleep. "No, please" I was yelling. I was so embarrassed I ran out of the library, but not before he had gotten my name. He chased me, would not leave me alone. He followed me, waited for me, insisted I go to the game with him.
He wore me down, scared off all other males, until he had me cornered just the way he wanted.

My shirt came off over my head, my 'britches' fell to the floor. Naked he stared at me, his erection ready. He skewered me, ran me through. A near death experience, barely able to breathe, he let me know I was his girlfriend and to behave so.