There I am, holding on with my sweat-slippery hands. My feet are dangling just above the barking hounds and the men. I am aware of the sight I must present to them – Tarzan’s Jane and her twirling white legs. I scream again. “Hang on now, little fox,” says someone from the ground. “Hush!” someone else tells the barking dogs. The bough I am hanging from bends. Oh no. All too soon, before I can regain my composure, it breaks off. I plunge again – right into the waiting guys. A pair of arms catches me and breaks my fall. “Ho!” cries my captor. Hands clamber all over my body. “No, no, no!” I cry out. I know, technically, once I am caught, I have to give in to whatever they want to do to me. But I intend to put up a fight. Someone rips off my fur brassiere. I kick out, flailing and punching. “Wow, what a bitch!” “Hold her.” “Pin her down.” “Are we supposed to do that? What if she doesn’t want it?” “She wants it all right. She signed on the dotted line.
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