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tickled them no end. Stasia liked it so much, indeed, that she swore she would write a poem by that title.
True to her word, Kronski was summoned to come and make due examination. He arrived in good humor, rubbing his hands and cracking his knuckles.
What’s it this time, Mister Miller? Any vaseline handy? A tight job, if I know my business. Not a bad idea, though. At least we’ll know if she’s a hermaphrodite or not. Maybe we’ll discover a rudimentary tail…
Stasia had already removed her blouse and was displaying her lovely coral-tipped breasts.
Nothing wrong with them, said Kronski, cupping them. Now oft with your pants!
At this she balked. Not here! she cried.
Wherever you like, said Kronski. How about the toilet?
Why don’t you conduct your examination in her room? said Mona. This isn’t an exhibition performance.
Oh no? said Kronski, giving them a dirty leer. I thought that was the idea.
He went to the next room to fetch his black bag.
To make it more official I brought my instruments along.
You’re not going to hurt her? cried Mona.
Not unless she resists, he replied. Did you find the vaseline? If you haven’t any, olive oil will do … or butter.
Stasia made a wry face. Is all that necessary? she demanded.
It’s up to you, said Kronski. Depends on how touchy you are. If you lie still and behave yourself there’ll be no difficulty. If it feels good I may stick something else in.
Oh no you don’t! cried Mona.
What’s the matter, are you jealous?
We invited you here as a doctor. This isn’t a bordel.
You’d be better off it were a fancy house, said Kronski sneeringly. She would, at least … Come on, let’s get it over with.
With this he took Stasia by the hand and led her into the little room next to the toilet. Mona wanted to go along, to be certain that no harm came to Stasia. But Kronski wouldn’t hear of it.
This is a professional visit, he said. He rubbed his hands gleefully. As for you, Mister Miller, and he gave me a knowing look, if I were you I’d take a little walk.
No, stay! begged Mona. I don’t trust him.
So we remained, Mona and I, pacing up and down the long room with never a word exchanged.
Fives minutes passed, then ten. Suddenly from the adjoining room there came a piercing scream. Help! Help! He’s raping me!
We burst into the room. Sure enough, there was Kronski with his pants down, his face red as a beet. Trying to mount her. Like a tigress, Mona pounced on him and pulled him off the bed. Then Stasia bounded out of bed and threw herself on him, straddling him. With all her might she clawed and pummeled him. The poor devil was so bewildered by the onslaught that he was scarcely able to defend himself. If I hadn’t intervened they would have scratched his eyes out.
You bastard! screamed Stasia.
Sadist! screamed Mona.
They made such a din I thought the landlady would be down with a cleaver.
Staggering to his feet, his pants still down around his ankles, Kronski finally managed to splutter: What’s all the fuss about? She’s normal, just as I thought. In fact, she’s too normal. That’s what got me excited. What’s wrong with that!
Yeah, what’s wrong with that! I chimed in, looking from one to the other.
Shoo him out of here! they yelled.
Easy now! Take it easy! said Kronski, putting a little soothing syrup into his voice, You asked me to examine her, and you knew as well as I that there’s nothing wrong with her physically. It’s her belfry that needs looking into, not her private parts. I can do that too, but it takes time. And what would you have me prove? Answer that, if you can I Do you want to know something? I could have the three of you locked up. He snapped his fingers in our faces. Like that! he said, snapping his fingers again. For what? Moral turpitude, that’s what. You wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, none of you.
He paused a full moment to let this sink in.
I’m not mean enough, however, to do a thing like that. I’m too
True to her word, Kronski was summoned to come and make due examination. He arrived in good humor, rubbing his hands and cracking his knuckles.
What’s it this time, Mister Miller? Any vaseline handy? A tight job, if I know my business. Not a bad idea, though. At least we’ll know if she’s a hermaphrodite or not. Maybe we’ll discover a rudimentary tail…
Stasia had already removed her blouse and was displaying her lovely coral-tipped breasts.
Nothing wrong with them, said Kronski, cupping them. Now oft with your pants!
At this she balked. Not here! she cried.
Wherever you like, said Kronski. How about the toilet?
Why don’t you conduct your examination in her room? said Mona. This isn’t an exhibition performance.
Oh no? said Kronski, giving them a dirty leer. I thought that was the idea.
He went to the next room to fetch his black bag.
To make it more official I brought my instruments along.
You’re not going to hurt her? cried Mona.
Not unless she resists, he replied. Did you find the vaseline? If you haven’t any, olive oil will do … or butter.
Stasia made a wry face. Is all that necessary? she demanded.
It’s up to you, said Kronski. Depends on how touchy you are. If you lie still and behave yourself there’ll be no difficulty. If it feels good I may stick something else in.
Oh no you don’t! cried Mona.
What’s the matter, are you jealous?
We invited you here as a doctor. This isn’t a bordel.
You’d be better off it were a fancy house, said Kronski sneeringly. She would, at least … Come on, let’s get it over with.
With this he took Stasia by the hand and led her into the little room next to the toilet. Mona wanted to go along, to be certain that no harm came to Stasia. But Kronski wouldn’t hear of it.
This is a professional visit, he said. He rubbed his hands gleefully. As for you, Mister Miller, and he gave me a knowing look, if I were you I’d take a little walk.
No, stay! begged Mona. I don’t trust him.
So we remained, Mona and I, pacing up and down the long room with never a word exchanged.
Fives minutes passed, then ten. Suddenly from the adjoining room there came a piercing scream. Help! Help! He’s raping me!
We burst into the room. Sure enough, there was Kronski with his pants down, his face red as a beet. Trying to mount her. Like a tigress, Mona pounced on him and pulled him off the bed. Then Stasia bounded out of bed and threw herself on him, straddling him. With all her might she clawed and pummeled him. The poor devil was so bewildered by the onslaught that he was scarcely able to defend himself. If I hadn’t intervened they would have scratched his eyes out.
You bastard! screamed Stasia.
Sadist! screamed Mona.
They made such a din I thought the landlady would be down with a cleaver.
Staggering to his feet, his pants still down around his ankles, Kronski finally managed to splutter: What’s all the fuss about? She’s normal, just as I thought. In fact, she’s too normal. That’s what got me excited. What’s wrong with that!
Yeah, what’s wrong with that! I chimed in, looking from one to the other.
Shoo him out of here! they yelled.
Easy now! Take it easy! said Kronski, putting a little soothing syrup into his voice, You asked me to examine her, and you knew as well as I that there’s nothing wrong with her physically. It’s her belfry that needs looking into, not her private parts. I can do that too, but it takes time. And what would you have me prove? Answer that, if you can I Do you want to know something? I could have the three of you locked up. He snapped his fingers in our faces. Like that! he said, snapping his fingers again. For what? Moral turpitude, that’s what. You wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, none of you.
He paused a full moment to let this sink in.
I’m not mean enough, however, to do a thing like that. I’m too
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