"There's not a lot more to tell. Jerry got an awful crush on me, so I thought--he came after me every evening or so, and took me for a drive--and a walk, as well, and three months after that first Sunday afternoon I began to blow up like somebody had been using a bicycle pump on me, and then Jerry decided to re-enlist--which he did do, without even saying good-bye--shortly after that my father found out all the dirt, and he literally put his foot against my dainty behind, and kicked me out, that being the proper thing to do to a wayward daughter in the Bible belt, and me, I went from bad to worse, and then to Kansas City--and by that time I had learned to step, and did I use to burn Twelfth Street up. I'd start at the old Gaiety Theatre, on 12th and Wyandotte Street, and on down 12th to McGee Street, then back on the other side of the street. Sometimes I'd be a long time making the round, but I made the money. That was in the days when Kansas City was good--a girl could easily make twenty bucks in a night of hard labor, besides what you could roll a guy for when he went to sleep--but eventually the police gave me the works in the form of a floater out of town, and I floated to Denver. Boy, Oh boy, will I ever forget Denver? Many's the pair of heels I wore off on Curtis Street and many's the dollar I've earned there--and from there to many places, till I arrived here, and this will probably be my finish--but what the Hell, drink your coffee." "In that case, you blame the cause of your--well--the cause of this life, on a man, then," from Evelyn. "I can't say I do--I'm what I am because I wanted to be--I need men. When I went to Kansas City, I could have found a job of some kind, and worked like thousands of girls do, but I didn't want to. I've never wanted to be what is called decent. I think that a life like that would be damn slow, and it's not in my nature to live like that. I love all this excitement--all this uncertainty, and most of all, I could never be true to one man, because--well, because when I see a man that arouses my interest, I could never resist the impulse to satisfy my curiosity, so--what good would I be with a husband--I'd only make the poor guy miserable, or else cause him to kill me--I know me, like no one else does." "You are right there, Mickey," said Pearl. "No girl ever went the wrong way unless she wanted to--she may cry and say that a man made her what she is, and that she would never have been so unless some man tricked her--but down deep in her heart she wanted to be what she is. No girl was ever really raped--unless she helped the process along a little. The girls who have been raped, and really in their hearts didn't want to be, were the only ones that have been found dead, after an awful fight. No man can really rape a girl who doesn't want to be raped just a little. I know from actual experience."