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The young man lay unconscious on the ground. She rolled him onto his back and undid his belt, unzipped his fly. She tried to get his trousers off by pulling at the waist, but he was dead weight in them. Finally she took off his shoes and pulled his trouser legs, one at a time with both hands, until she had them off. His Jockey shorts came off, too. For the first time in her life, Ruth knew what it felt like to handle a man's genitals. She hefted his scrotum, like a little purse with the family jewels. She picked up his flaccid penis, so much dead meat, harder than bread dough, softer than a Polish sausage. Suddenly there was a knife in her hand, a serrated bread knife. She was pulling on his penis with her left hand while she sawed through it with the knife in her right hand. There was a strange smell there in the dark, blood, she supposed.

Serves the bastard right. He won't use that to rape again. She laid the severed meat on the man's belly and addressed his scrotum. The bread knife