''Oh, you liar! Your uncle''s a gentleman. I''ll tell Mrs Stiles!'' She does. I think Mrs Stiles will hit me; instead, like Barbara, she starts back. But then, she takes up a block of soap and, while
Barbara holds me, she presses the soap into my mouth—presses it hard, then passes it back and forth across my lips and tongue.¤本¤作¤品¤由¤思¤兔¤在¤線¤閱¤讀¤網¤友¤整¤理¤上¤傳¤
''Speak like a devil, will you?'' she says as she does it. ''Like a slut and a filthy beast? Like your own trash mother? Will you? Will
you?''
Then she lets me fall, and stands and wipes