New Orleans was just fine . After a week , I couldn 't understand why I had spent all that time traveling from place to place in order to find new fellows with whom to practice my trade . Everybody in the world , it seems like , comes to new Orleans sooner or later , with good times on their minds . I want to tell you , they came to have fun , too ; it wasn 't any trouble to do all the business I felt like doing . Of course , right at first we had something of a misunderstanding . " It 'll be ten dollars an hour , " he said . " Cash on the barrelhead . " He grinned at me . " No credit cards , not in this fleabag . " I frowned . " That 's pretty strong room rent , " I said . " You mean I got to shell out ten whole dollars every time I walk in the door ? And if my fellow lasts longer than the hour , it 's another ten ? " His voice got real impatient . " It 's no skin off your sweet ass , dear . In fact , it 's money in your pocket . The john pays for the room . . . and you get half . Whack it up between us , see , the john and the hotel management will never know the difference . " " I 've been on the road , " I said , sort of absentminded , because I was thinking . " It don 't seem fair to me , " I went on . " The fellow pays me , open and aboveboard , and I don 't see why I need to knock down on him . I 'd a lot rather make it five dollars , and let you keep it for yourself . " " All right , then , that 's settled . " I turned to go . " See you soon , I hope . Be sure there 's clean sheets , now . " " His eyes ran over me suddenly , like little mice . " Of course , a fellow would expect to lay claim to a free sample from time to time , " he said . " Can I count on that ? " He got red in the face , and mad about the mouth , but I just went on . I didn 't aim to bust my rules for nobody . I didn 't know it at the time , but I would pay my dues for that cute little remark . I did have to bend my rules about whiskey drinking , for the simple reason that I operated out of the bar where Eddie worked . So , willy - nilly , they did have liquor on their breaths , and for the first week it made me uneasy every time , until I got used to it . I reckon you can get used to anything , once you set your mind to it . Of course , I drew the line at dog - drunk , or even close . But , I decided , a couple or three drinks would have to be all right , given the situation as it was . A girl has to bend a little bit , sometimes , to get along , the way this world runs . It was like this . I hadn 't been in Eddie 's bar more than ten minutes before he came over to buy me a drink . I sipped the ice tea and watched him take his drink , which he had brought in his hand , and ordered another one . Right off , he told me his name , which was Spence . A nice - looking fellow , but it was plain to see he was from out in the country somewhere , because his face was all brown , and his hands looked like they knew what it was to do a day 's work . He was wearing a blue suit with a red striped tie , pulled loose around his neck , and you could tell he aimed to have him a high old New Orleans time if it killed him . Now , that was a square deal if I do say so myself . I didn 't plan to make a practice of guaranteeing satisfaction , but I sort of liked this plain old country boy . Besides , I was anxious to get started . " Just for an hour . " He was still hesitating , so I said , " Look , it could have been ten dollars just as easy , of which I would have got five . Except I like to be honest and aboveboard . " I glanced toward Eddie , and he nodded . It was a signal he had fixed between us to let me know that , in his experienced opinion , it was all right to go with this particular fellow . So I took Spence by the hand and led him to the door . It happened just as we stepped onto the sidewalk . One of these willowy kind of chaps , of which you get so many in the French Quarter , boldly grabbed my customer by the other hand , saying , " You don 't want to go with that thing , darling . You want to come with me . " " What are you up to ? " I said to the chap . He had this real pretty face , all made up with false eyelashes and everything , and he was dressed to the nines in pretty blue slacks and an embroidered shirt that both fitted him so tight it was like wearing a second skin . " I can just tell he 'd a lot rather go with me , " he said , simpering . He already had his hand in Spence 's crotch , right there on the street with people passing by . " Wouldn 't you , darling boy ? " The chap was leaning on him now , his other arm tight around Spence 's waist . " Oh , darling , you 're just in for the biggest thrill of your life . " He pouted his mouth . " Besides , she 'll charge you the earth for her little golden twat , while with me it won 't cost you a thing . Not a thing ! " He looked daggers at me . " Because I 'm not a cheap little hustler who 'll sleep with just anybody who walks down the street . " Which , naturally , drew a crowd . People passing by stopped to stare , whilest others up and down the block began to hurry to take in the trouble , like people will do . The chap straightened up and grabbed Spence 's arm with both hands , pulling him away while screeching the durndest streak of cuss words at me you ever heard . He did have a foul mouth . I wasn 't going to knuckle under to that , so I grabbed Spence 's other arm to keep him from going with the chap , and started hollering too , giving just as good as I was getting . So there we were , circled by a crowd of people , me hauling Spence one way while the willowy chap hauled him the other . It made me as mad as a wet hen to find myself caught up in public doings like unto that . So I swung my purse again , aiming for the chap 's pretty face this time . He ducked , which caused me to hit Spence instead . He looked at me bewildered , like he thought I had done it on purpose . I caught him good , too , let me tell you . I might not be no bigger than a minute , as Papa always said , but I 'm stronger than you 'd think . It set him right down on his tight little ass , and I was ready to let him have the brother to that first lick as soon as he got to his feet . But he stayed down , starting to cry something awful , the mascara streaking down his cheeks until he looked a holy mess . Seeing that I had won out , all I could think about was getting away , so people wouldn 't keep staring and making comments . So , taking Spence by the hand , I led him across the narrow street right through the automobile traffic . Once on the other sidewalk , I stopped to catch my breath . " That 's just about the durndest thing I ever got into in my life , " I said . I was still as mad as a hornet . " What made him want to do such a thing , I wonder ? " Spence gave me a look . Then he bowed his head to study his feet . " I 've always wondered what it 'd be like with a fellow , " he said . " Ever since I first heard about it , couple of years ago . " His voice got sullen . " Besides , he said it wouldn 't cost nothing . I go with you , I ain 't got but ten bucks left to get home on . I had it in mind to spend two nights in New Orleans on that kind of money . " He braced himself up . " Why , it ain 't been two hours since I got off the Greyhound bus . " It just flew all over me . " You don 't have to explain , " I said in a short voice . " Just go do your druthers , that 's all . " I was so mad with the world , I had to walk the block three times before I could risk going back into Eddie 's bar . If anybody had said a kindly word to me , I 'd have bit his head off . But the longer I walked , the funnier it got , so that I started laughing in side , until finally I stopped and laughed out loud until my sides ached - and I made another spectacle of myself doing it . So I came back to Eddie 's bar in a real good humor . Eddie came , bringing me a Coke , and said , " Well . That was a quickie . " Eddie had to know all about it , so I told the story , making it even funnier than it had happened , Eddie laughing fit to bust a gut . Then I asked Eddie what the chap had meant , calling me a fish , and what the word " trade " meant , because when I hear something new , I like to find out about it . I don 't believe in going through life ignorant ; a person ought to learn something new every day if she can . I looked around to see the biggest man I 'd ever laid eyes on . It wasn 't fat , either , but solid muscle . His head was so far up there you wouldn 't believe it , making his face look terribly small , and he was as wide as he was tall , nearly . Tiny , which is what he was called , told me once he weighed exactly four hundred and two pounds , stripped naked , and he was a wrestler by trade . So Tiny , instead of Spence , turned out to be my first New Orleans fellow , and big though he was , he was just as nice and gentle a man as a girl could hope to meet . He became just about my most faithful friend , good for once a week like clockwork , and after we had got to know each other he always took a whole night of my time , which set him back a cool hundred and fifty . He could afford it , though , because he made big money at his trade . Tiny told me he 'd always had trouble with women because of his size . It scared them off , seems like , before he could get a chance to let them know he was just an ordinary good old boy . Well , he was the biggest man ever crawled on top of little old me , but the funny part was , his old Thing was , if anything , sort of puny , if you know what I mean . Of course , I never told him that in so many words . So I was off to a fine New Orleans start , and it kept getting better . I was making so much money that Eddie showed me how to open a savings account , as a safe place to keep my earnings , and extravagant through it was , I kept on living at the Holiday Inn . After a month or two , the bar where Eddie worked got to be almost like the artesian well back home ; I 'd walk in every night to greet my regular friends with a kiss , letting them know who was first tonight and who was last , and in between trips across the street we 'd laugh and talk and have a good time . Most , I do believe , knew right well that I wasn 't drinking nothing but iced tea , but they were proud to buy it for me . I didn 't know at the time how lucky I had been to find Eddie right off the bat , didn 't realize how much trouble he kept off my back . I didn 't even know , at the time , that what I was doing was supposed to be against the law . Eddie had only told me I ought to be careful who I chose to go with , so that , when it was a stranger , I 'd look at Eddie , to get either a nod or a shake of his head . It wasn 't only that it might be a cop looking to run a girl in for practicing her natural trade ; he warned me off men known to be weird in their ways , too . This new fellow come up to me that night . I was sort of uneasy about him right from the start , because he was the sharp sort of dresser that it didn 't look like he 'd have to buy It , but able to find plenty of silly girls willing to give It away . He was slim , with a dark , narrow face , and he wore this white coat and a real pretty hat , all pearl - colored , with a wide brim to it like a plantation hat , except it was too fancy to wear out working in the sun . He carried a smart cane , slim and pretty , and wore pointy shoes that you could see your face in , they sported such a shine . We went outside , waited a few minutes under the awning - all the time him tapping his cane impatiently against the sidewalk - until the rain let up enough for us to hurry across the street . The fellow on the desk looked at my new friend ; then he glanced at me , but he didn 't say anything except " Five dollars , " and turned away to his comic book . Which was strange ; he generally had some remark , even if it wasn 't always friendly . Didn 't many fellows noticed it , but I had worked on my room . I always used the same one , you see , and because it had been dreary - looking to me , I had spent my own money to fix it up . First I bought a new carpet - the old one didn 't have any color left , and puffed dust at every step . Then I had a fellow to paint the walls a bright lemon color , so nice and cheerful , and I had hung some pictures I had found in this funny little shop around the corner . I had even brought in a good bed , because the other had squeaked something awful . At fifty dollars a throw , I figured a fellow ought to have a nice place to do It in . He stood there in the middle of the room whilst piece by piece I took off his clothes . I did it with careful loving , too , thinking I ought to get It over with , I 'd feel a lot safer in the bar . But even with sliding warm hands over his naked skin , and talking nice , I hadn 't done him a bit of good . It turned out to be just about the most curious kind of fucking I 'd ever done up to that time . He didn 't do nothing to help out ; just laid there , not even holding me with his arms or arching his hips to take the goodies , and let me work . His old Thing would get hard , then it 'd turn soft again , at which time he 'd shove me down to mouth him up some more . He never did get to it . Not even close . It was finally that his old Thing just withered away for good and all , and taking me by the shoulders , he shoved me sprawling to the floor . " It 's over and done with , " I said . " I 'm going back to the bar . You 'll owe the fellow on the desk another five dollars . " He hit me before I could speak another word . The wire coat hanger stung my ass , and I just knew it had made a welt . I squalled like a cat and started running . But , shoot , that fellow could move fast when he took a notion . Before I was halfway to the door , he had caught me , lifted me in one move , and flung me to the bed . Then , holding a pillow over my head to muffle my hollering , he went to work . I had been spanked pretty good by Papa in my time . But it hadn 't ever felt anything like this , because Papa had always used the flat of his hand on my bare bottom , and nearly always wound up drunk and crying for what he had done . This fellow was just as cold and mean as the devil about his whipping . He went at it like chopping wood , just whap , whap , whap , and no matter how I twisted or turned , he didn 't hold back , striking wherever it happened to fall , front or back . I hollered as loud as I could , which wasn 't much , with my face mashed into the mattress and the pillow pressed down over my head . Then , for a while , I took to crying . That didn 't relieve the situation either , so finally I laid there and took it , feeling my flesh jump and quiver with every burning lick . Didn 't none of it make any difference ; he didn 't quit until he got through . When he stood up and flung away the coat hanger , I sat up on the side of the bed to look at him . He hadn 't even worked up a sweat . I wiped at my face with shaking hands , sore and shamed all over . He showed me a tight smile . " Yes , sweetheart , you 're as good as they told me you were . That was just a lesson to let you know that a little whore like you can 't work my street behind my back . " " I 'm Snake Duboise , " he said . He watched me to see if I knew the name , but , shoot , I hadn 't ever heard it . " Every girl on this street works for me . Just like , from now on , you will , too . " " That 's more like it , " he said . He went to pick up my purse , opened it , looked into it . " You mean to tell me I 'm the first trick you 've turned tonight ? " he said , taking out his sixty dollars and putting it back on his roll . He was studying me again with his narrow eyes . " You 're bone lazy , " he said . " Just like all whores . When you work for me , I mean for you to hustle . Understand , sweetheart ? " " Five tricks , that 's your quota , " he said . " Any night you can 't turn five , raining or not , I 'm gonna beat your ass . Understand ? I won 't have you sitting on your tail in that bar having yourself a good time . I want you hustling . Hear me , sweetheart ? " " Yes , sir , " I said . I just wanted to get out of there . I knew it wouldn 't do any good to try to talk to this Snake Dubois . He was beyond talking . It pleased him to hear me name him " sir , " so he gave me the thing smile again . " That 's more like it . I think we 'll get along fine . " I stood holding my dress in my hand , wondering , while he went out the door . In a few minutes he came back , with the desk clerk following . I stared at him so hard , this fellow 's eyes darted here and yonder without looking at me . I laid down . With the crook of his cane , Snake Dubois hooked one ankle and pulled my leg out . Then he hooked the other ankle and moved that leg , leaving me laid out open . He looked at the desk clerk . Well , I might be forced to give It away , but I want you to know , that desk - clerk fellow sure got a cold old me . Let him labor and snort and surge all he wanted to , he wasn 't entitled to any of that sweet good stuff I knew so well hot to put out that I reckon I was just born without knowing how . Which made him take a while , his old Thing realizing the cold reception even if he was too dumb to know it himself . I didn 't shift an inch to help , even to get rid of him , but laid cold and still like I was being raped . Which I reckon I was , in a sort of a way . The fellow got nervous . " Sure , Snake , sure , it was just that , seeing her switch her tail up and down those stairs . . . " He took a deep breath and tried to laugh . " I guess I got it all built up in my head , when she ain 't nothing but just another whore . " The fellow left as fast as he could . Snake looked to me . " You really do hate to give It away , don 't you , sweetheart ? " he said , laughing for the first time . I hustled . While Snake Dubois sat at a back table in the bar , just the one drink in front of him all evening . I found three fellows to take across the street , one after the other . Every time I came back , Snake looked at me with those cold eyes , and kept watching me until I went out with the next one . Knowing he was there made me sort of frantic . I hadn 't ever felt like I 'd needed to push It . But I found myself cajoling and making promises like never before . I had always stood on my record , knowing that I was just the best piece of ass a man could hope to buy . But I didn 't have my confidence after that whipping ; every time I missed out and had to seek out another fellow , I could just feel that mean coat hanger whistling against my sore ass . When I came into the bar after the third trick , Snake lifted his cane , beckoning . I went to stand before him . Taking my purse out of my hand , he opened it and found the hundred and fifty dollars . With great care he wrapped it around his roll and put it all back into his pocket . He glanced up as if it surprised him I was still there . " Sweetheart , you 've been working my street so long without paying me my share , I figure you owe me . You 'll get cut in when I decide you 've caught up your debts . " There wasn 't anything else to do but take my aching body home to the Holiday Inn . But tired as I was , hurting though I was , I laid awake for the longest time , my head just spinning with hurt and shame and despair . The world can change so fast , sometimes , on a girl , she can 't hardly know what to do . The next morning wasn 't any better . I woke up welted all up and down my backside , and even on the fronts of my legs , where he had caught me twisting . I had thought he was whipping me to blood , but he knew exactly how to use that coat hanger , hard enough to hurt but not to draw blood . After all , I was now his property ; he wouldn 't want to cause permanent damage . I had always felt so good , getting dressed in the early part of the evening to go to work . As I had carried that good feeling out into the street , the lights were beginning to flash brighter with the going of the sun , people shaping themselves up for another exciting New Orleans night . Me , too , thinking about all my friends waiting , anxious to enjoy the use of my body the way it had been built to be enjoyed , and just knowing I was having fun and doing good in the world at the same time . So I set to work . For good luck , it was easy , because tonight was a Saturday , and lots of friends had come to see me . I lined up five , one after the other , and in the interest of getting through as quick as possible , I told them to come on across the street as soon as the fellow ahead got back to the bar . I hadn 't ever hustled my friends so hard ; we 'd always sat in the bar , in between , and had ourselves a good time . But all I wanted was to get it over with ; and though it puzzled them to see me change my ways , they agreed to it . So I went out with the first customer and started sharecropping . " I wasn 't standing behind the door when they passed out good sense , " I said . I got up . " I 'll be seeing you . " " Five tricks , that 's the bottom line , " he said . " I didn 't say that was all you had to do . It 's just enough to keep your ass from getting beat again . " It must have been that Eddie hadn 't taken a good look at the man before . He moved a step back . " I ain 't running no girls , " he said . " I wouldn 't do that , that 's not my line of work . We 're just friends , that 's all . " Snake looked at me . Then he looked at Eddie again . " She 's my girl now , " he said flatly . " She 's working for me . " He looked at me . " Isn 't that right , sweetheart ? " Snake smiled . " See , sport ? A nice girl like her needs somebody to look after her . Which I am now doing . So you 'd better just get behind the bar and tend to your own business . All right ? " With a heavy heart I started in all over again , hurrying them along , doing those things I had always done just for nice , with nothing in my head but the idea of milking it out of their old Things quick , and get on to the next john . I guess I figured that if I could do enough to please Snake Dubois , he 'd take his weight off my back . But I should have known ; no woman in the world could have hustled hard enough to please Snake Dubois 's greed . Because it wasn 't just money ; he had to lean on a girl at the same time , no matter how much cold hard cash she put into his pocket . That was just the way he was . I didn 't have the chance to talk to Eddie until the night was almost over . Finally , seeing Snake go to the pay phone , I whispered across the bar , " I 've got to talk to you , Eddie . Can you meet me outside when the bar closes ? " Seeing Snake returning to his table , I had to leave Eddie without another word . But when the bar closed , I found out why Eddie was so scared . I had paid Snake the money for the six new tricks I had turned , not even getting a thank you , and went outside to wait for my friend . He finally came hurrying out of the alley that ran beside the bar . We whirled around . Down the empty street - it 's amazing how quick it can clear out once the bars close ; all I could see was one fellow walking down the other side toting a trumpet case - there stood Snake Dubois . Two fellows were with him . Eddie didn 't want to . But he went , and I went with him . When he stood before Snake , he said , " Listen , Snake . I don 't want any trouble . " " But you 've got trouble , sport , " Snake said . He took a step to one side . " All right , fellows . He 's all yours . " I knew what was going to happen . I set myself to charge in to help Eddie , even though he was just standing there , his hands hanging , his head down . But I didn 't have a chance . Snake laid his walking stick across my chest , which was all he needed to do to hold me . I looked at Eddie . He wouldn 't look at me . " Don 't hurt him , " I said . " He didn 't do nothing . " I went . Because there wasn 't anything else a girl could do . I even hurried , so I wouldn 't hear the sounds that Eddie would start making when they took to hitting on him . I never saw Eddie again . He just didn 't come back to work after that night . So all I had left in the world was Snake Dubois , and being Snake Dubois 's girl . It took all the suption out of my life . This Snake Dubois had the talent of making you feel like a slave must have felt in the olden times ; it wasn 't just that you knew he 'd beat on you , or that his eyes were as cold as his heart . It was something so far beyond , I can 't even begin to describe it . Now , an independent - minded girl like me , you 'd have thought that I would have packed my bag , found the nearest truck stop , and rode out of that town . God knows , I thought about it . But I couldn 't seem to hoist myself up enough to make the move . It wasn 't just that I 'd be going back to work for a dollar a whack , when I 'd got used to fifty dollars for exactly the same doings . Somehow , it just didn 't seem possible to walk away from a man like Snake Dubois ; I had the feeling , deep down in my gut , that somehow , somewhere , someway , he 'd find me . Then I would catch it in ways I hadn 't dreamed of yet . He had that effect on a person . But , most of all , it was that the spirit , which had brought me all this long road from working for a quarter a piece down there at the artesian well , seemed to be gone out of me . All I could hold in my head was how to please Snake by hustling hard enough and long enough . All I could think about was getting done with this one and finding one or two or three more before the night was out . I used all my sweet little habits , that had ever pleasured mankind , not to make them feel good but simply to get rid of them as quick as possible . Which ain 't the way any girl , getting paid or not , ought to do . So - and I suppose Snake knew this , too , how to bring it about - I had to feel cheap about myself , knowing I was a sorry lay when all my life I had taken pride in counting myself just the greatest girl that ever took off her pants . I didn 't have anybody to turn to . After Eddie was gone , I thought about my big man ; he was so liked , so respected and if Snake wanted to beat up on him , he 'd better bring along about a dozen useful fellows to do it with . So I talked to Tiny . But he wouldn 't have any part of it , saying , " Girl , you can 't expect me to go up against Snake Dubois . " He shook his head . " Ain 't a matter of muscle strength . Why , if I looked cross - eyed at Snake Dubois , I wouldn 't wrestle in this town again . He 's got power in ways me and you don 't even know about , honey . " After the first week , Snake quit watching me so close , though he showed every night to collect the money . He hadn 't let me keep a dollar yet , either , so that I was having to use up my savings for the privilege of working for him . So it was that , since he couldn 't have seen how many fellows I had taken , I held out a trick on him . Without a further word , I gave him the fifty . But then I said , " You can 't expect a girl to work forever without earning a dime . I 've got to live too , you know . " Like it was nothing , he fingered a ten - dollar bill loose from his roll and tossed it to me . " Here . Go buy yourself something pretty . " I looked at the bill . Here I was in the hole again , making less than a dollar a man . Tonight I had done thirteen . But there wasn 't nothing to say . There never was . It wasn 't just the money , it was Snake Dubois , too . About once a week , he 'd show up at the Holiday Inn with a doctor in tow . At least , he was a fellow who carried a black bag , though he was so slick and greasy and sly of hand , that I wouldn 't have let him doctor a sick cat . After he had examined me for disease , and had left , I had to take off Snake Dubois 's clothes and give him a piece of It . If you could call the way he did getting a piece . I 'm ashamed to admit it , but I never did manage to make that fellow come to the point . He 's the only man I 've ever had to say that about . But , Lord , he was as cold as ice , he 'd just lay there and let me work away until I 'd think for sure this time I 'd break him down - and I wanted to , because I had the idea that if just once I could make him come , it might cause him to be kinder in his nature . So I gave Snake the best of everything , but all to no use . He liked a girl to be a slave , so I did them eagerly , all the slave things I don 't like to think about even now . But as far as I could tell , it didn 't make a dime 's worth of difference in his feelings . I 'd love him and love him and keep on loving him , and when he 'd had enough he 'd fling me off to the floor and go get a coat hanger . He 'd hand me a card with an address on it and tell me to go there . Often it was a big house or a fancy French Quarter apartment , sometimes a hotel suite or a private men 's club somewhere out on the lake . These men were different from any I had ever known , older generally , and pretty set in their ways . Big men , I could tell , used to power and money and getting free goodies like me from those who wanted to curry their favor . But when they took off their pants , often they had nothing but trouble getting their old Things up . And then blamed it on the girl . It made some of them strange in their ways , let me tell you . One old fellow wanted me to walk all over him in high - heeled shoes , and another , who I saw pretty regular , just wanted me to throw oranges at him . It really turned him on , too . Sometimes it 'd turn out to be a party , with other girls there and everybody doing It right out in the open . I never did like that , because after all , a girl is entitled to her privacy , ain 't she ? Being so brought down to the nothing of myself , and knowing it every waking minute of my life , I reckon I would have stayed a slave to Snake Dubois till yet if it hadn 't been that I took to wandering around the French Quarter in the afternoons . I suppose I did it because , snake having taken the rest of my life , I had to find a little something for myself . So I 'd get up about two o ' clock , and after dressing myself just as careful , go strolling up and down the streets looking into the shops and watching the people . New Orleans is a town for all sorts ; I could study the passerby and wonder what kind of lives they were leading , and for an hour or two get outside of myself . Which was good , because I didn 't like myself much anymore . One afternoon , I noticed this woman following me . Every time I turned a corner , she 'd turn the corner right behind me . It made my heart sore to realize that Snake Dubois had me staked out , even in this free time , and so knew all that I was doing . I went along until I came to Jackson Square , where I sat down on a bench . After a minute she sat down beside me . So I just turned and looked her up and down . An old woman , thin and tall , with these glasses down on her nose like Ben Franklin used to wear , tied to her dress with a black ribbon in case they happened to fall off . " You ought to know , " I said . " You work for him to , don 't you ? " I looked her over , feeling mean . " But not in the same way , I don 't think . " She laughed . " No . I don 't work for Snake . But I know him . " She paused , watching me . " A fellow named Eddie told me about you . " She did seem to smile a lot . " I have this house , where lots of girls stay with me , " she said . " A very nice house - you 'd like it there . And if you wish , you may come to my house . " " But Snake Dubois . . . " " Don 't worry about him . I 'll take care of Snake Dubois . " She was fumbling in her bag . " Here 's my card . Get your clothes and come along as quickly as you can . " She chuckled . " Partly . But mostly because people whose judgment I trust tell me you 're the greatest whore to ever hit this town . Since I run the best house in New Orleans , it 's not entirely out of the kindness of my heart . " Damn Dude . How could I incorrectly describe the book when I held it in my hand . And since you admit that I know how the story ends , I guess I do have a copy , HUH ? There are seven books in the " Pronoun " series . They are ; Us , You , Two , Me , I , Them and Him . All seven are on the shelf above my desk . As far as me incorrectly describing the cover of the book . At least the one that I own looks the way I described it . My copies are paper back and it 's not uincommon for publishers to change the cover of a book . The cover isn 't the issue . Content is and that 's what you 're stealing . Yes , the author is listed as " Anonymous " . However " Anonymous " can or at least could write . It is clear from the content of your posts here that you cannot . Yet there is another problem . That problem is that you did very much INCORRECTLY described the appearance of the book . And being that the printed book does not reflect who it is that wrote the story , , then how is it that you know that I did not write the story ? The name of the last chapter is John and Alice . The last line of the book is " And so they lived in reasonable happiness for a very long time . " The man who beats the girl is Snake DrBois . Now give it up , shitforbrains . What 's wrong with you . Were you damaged during potty training ? I also noticed Woodtool , , that you have failed to tell me how many chapters are in the book . Or what will be the title of the last chapter . If you do own the book , , then why don 't you share with us as to how it will end .