Chapter 8
A can of pipe tobacco and some girly magazine?were lying on the floor, beside a pair of discarded men's shorts. Ida felt a shiver run through her as she walked across the room. Yankee Lane was violent, uncouth, and hard to predict; Ida somehow feared that he would injure her.
And yet the amazed look on his face made his growing pleasure very evident. Maybe he was only dangerous when his desires were frustrated-or so she fervently hoped.
"Nobody can figure dames out," Yankee said as he sat up on the edge of the bed. "I call you and chase you but I keep gettin' the brush. Now you pop in out of nowhere."
"Life is boring on the campus. Do you have a cigaret, Yank?"
He paused briefly, the hem of his robe sliding away to reveal the shadowed malehood which lurked underneath. Ida
