‘You chump,’ she said, sweetly smiling at me. ‘You revolting creature. I was a daisy-fresh girl, and look what you’ve done to me. I ought to call the police and tell them you raped me. Oh you, dirty, dirty old man.’
had he known that every nerve in me was still anointed and ringed with the feel of her body – the body of some immortal daemon disguised as a female child.