amused herself by opening her bathrobe and exposing herself.
Had he ever seen a woman without clothes on? Did he know how to make love?
His terror—his whining—must have frightened her because she clutched her robe together and gave him a quarter to forget what had happened.
She was only testing him, she warned, to see if he was a good boy.
He tried to be good, he told her, and not look at women, because his mother used to beat him whenever that happened in his pants....
Now he had the clear picture of Charlie's mother, screaming at him, holding a leather belt in her hand, and his father trying to hold her back.
"Enough, Rose! You'll kill him! Leave him alone!" His mother straining forward to lash at him,
just out of reach now so that the belt swishes past his shoulder as he writhes and twists away from it on the floor.
"Look at him!" Rose screams. "He can't learn to read and write, but he knows enough to look at a girl that way."
"I'll beat that filth out of his mind." "He can't help it if he gets an erection. It's normal. He didn't do anything."
"He's got no business to think that way about girls. A friend of his sister's comes to the house and he starts thinking like that!
I'll teach him so he never forgets. Do you hear? If you ever touch a girl,
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