On the contrary. During this recitation, she had watched me carefully to see my reaction.

My embarrassment, while she was telling me all these obscenities, must have amused her. Was this the girl that Harry had just married?

“Of course,” she said, “during my engagement, I pretended to be a virgin. I had to, didn't I? I wanted to be married, to be free, to escape a familial control that was getting worse and worse. Therefore, it was very important that Harry should think I was a very chaste girl. But I hoped that on our wedding night, he would be in a hurry to give me those pleasures that Armand had permitted me to discover.”

She sighed deeply.

“Poor Harry… he was so pitiful… I even wonder if he ever had any affairs before he married me.”

She came over to me. Still sitting in front of my desk on which my algebra books lay opened, I was finding it very difficult to control my indignation. My seventeen years were rebelling against so much cynicism and so much depravity.

“From our wedding night,” she said, “I knew that it would be impossible for me to love your brother.”

Not sparing me the slightest detail, she revealed everything about her terrible deception:

“As soon as we were in the room, Harry acted like a brute. I had hoped he would help me undress, which would have permitted me to seek the caresses I needed so badly, those caresses without which lovemaking loses all its savor, those caresses to which Margie and Armand had so accustomed me…”

She shook her head sadly.

“Having been initiated by refined people, I suddenly found myself faced with a savage. You can guess my misery…”

Harry had let her go into the bathroom where she removed her clothes. When she came back into the room, the lace of her pale green nightgown caressed the top of her thighs and Harry, entirely naked, was standing immobile in the middle of the room. His cock standing out like an iron sword, he was awaiting his young wife like a wild animal ready to leap on his prey.