8 “Oh, my dear Fred, you hurt me dreadfully, what are you doing?” “Doing, my darling! why, I am getting into you. Have a little patience, and I will make you mad with pleasure.” Another determined thrust sent him halfway, and then with another, still more violent, he lodged himself up to the hilt within. I screamed with real pain, and struggled to free myself. “Good heavens, sir, you are killing me; I will not endure such treatment.” He heeded me not, but holding me fast by the thighs commenced shoving in and out furiously. A sensitive woman never receives