Memoirs of a female rapist, by uplifted Chapter seven, She almost loses Allen, and her reclamation Driving home she was flushed with excitement. The adrenalin was pumping overtime, and she was as high as a kite. "Oh Allen" she exclaimed, "that was one of the most fantastic experiences of my life. Did you see his fear? Jesus you could just have smelled it. God I was afraid that he would soil himself right over my head. No, he wouldn't have dared." Breathing deeply she plunged ahead. "The nerve of that asshole, knocking my man down, and making gross passes at me. Oh man, and when he found out who I was, did you hear the pleading, the begging. And the people" her words poured from her lips almost stumbling over one another. "Beats the hell out of destroying a man in private, let me tell you. Oh baby, I just loved every moment of it," and she reached her arm to enfold Allen close to her as she had in the past. She was surprised an she clutched nothing but air. "Hey babe, what's going on? Where's my big strong poopsy?" Glancing over to her right, she was puzzled to find Allen sitting as far in the corner of the car as he could. Half of his body rested against the seat, while his right side pressed against the door, as if trying to escape proximity with her. "Hey baby," she called out, "what's going on? Come to mama." Allen just shook his head no. "Sweety, what's happening here" she coaxed him? "Just leave me alone" he said viciously, his jaws clenched in anger. "Well if it's something that I have done please tell me honey" she implored "Oh no, what could you do wrong, the great Guardian of womankind" he answered, spitting his words at her. "You didn't do anything wrong" he said bitterly, "only destroyed a man simply because he was drunk. Well what right did he have to get drunk anyway, and annoy the great Gaurdian of womankind"? His voice shook with rightous anger, completely forgetting who and what she was. He didn't give a shit anymore, he told himself. "And to the bargin you see nothing wrong, you bitch" he screamed sending all caution to the wind. Laila shook convulsively, the shock of his rage like acid thrown into her face."Oh Allan, Oh Allan" she tried weakly. "And you brag about it. You just love it. Isn't that what you said? You probably destroyed that man, but all you can think about is the high that it gave you. Hey Laila, how about the other men in the restaurant? Did you notice how they wouldn't even look at you? Did it give you a kick to scare the shit out of a dozen men or so? Well of course, why not. Let them all fear you," he bellowed out his rage. By this time she was crying bitterly, the hot tears flowing through her face covered fingers, her shoulders shaking convulsively. "Wasn't it great Laila? Wasn't it a kick.? Hey whose next? Gotta get your jollies" he added maliciously. "How about me? I'm right here. I wouldn't stand a chance. Easy as pie." But no" he said shaking his head. "No audience. Hey what kind of fun is that? Hey babe I have an idea. How about renting out Madison Square Garden? Oh wow, how brilliant of me, don't you think? You could stock it with thirty thousand women." He thought for a while. "Better yet, both men and women. That way you can terrorize me in front of fifteen thousand women, while the men look on in paralyzing fear. "By this time he had reduced her to scolding hot tears. "Oh God Allen, I'm so sorry, so very sorry." He wasn't listening. "Say won't it be marvelous, you could hold my helpless form overhead, and parade up and down the aisles. Peanuts, popcorn, terrified man! Hey come see. Listen to him cry. Listen to the helpless creature weep. Make him beg for your forgivness. Come one come all." She shrieked, "Oh my God Allen stop. Please stop. Oh oh that poor poor man. What am I? What right did I have to do what I did? Who the hell do I think I am", she asked rhetorically. "Your right. Every thing that you said, every accusation is one hundred percent deserved. Oh what can I do? What's the matter with me?" By now his rage had subsided. She was in pain, and damn it he loved her so. Besides he never could see a women cry, and Laila in spite of her frightening power, was all woman. Hesitantly he moved towards her, taking her into his arms. A sense of guilt assailed him. Look at what I have done to her, he thought. But damn it, look at what she had done. "Oh Darling" she sobbed, "how can I make it up to that man? How can I live with myself if I don't?" Brightening she said, "I still have his business card. Do you think that it would be advisable to call him up, or better yet visit him and apologize for my unforgivable behavior?" "Jesus" Allen exclaimed. "Are you out of your mind? Do you want to give him heart failure? Just forget it, and let him forget, if he can." He continued, "you realize that I can't live with you just now. Your much to dangerous." "Is it really that bad Allen" she asked? "I could never hurt you my darling." "Do you have control of your emotions" he answered. "How can we be sure of anything now?. Do you think that I forgot what you did to me that first night? I thought that my chest would explode, and you would burst my heart and lungs. Please listen to me now. You stay in the penthouse. I have an apartment in the same building, so we can still be near each other. You need privacy and isolation to think. By this time tomorrow, everyone will know who you are. No more need for anonymity. I want you to seek counseling" he continued feeling fully in charge for the first time. It felt good. Laila was completely passive by this time, allowing Allen free reign. "Anything you say darling, just stay with me" she agreed. "Do you really suppose that I could ever do without you, you brute," he said smiling for the first time. "I am a brute arene't I," she asked . "Ok Laila, let's stop feeling sorry for ourselves now. It's agreed, you will seek counseling and we will see what will be the outcome. I think perhaps the therapist should be a women. No man would have the courage to take you on," he laughed out loud, feeling much better about the situation. "Yes my lord and master" she giggled. He took her into his arms. "No more crime fighting until its agreed upon by you therapist, ok?" "Absolutely not, you big strong wild thing you," she laughed He joined her in the fun, as he folded his arm around her. They stared at the rising sun in bliss. Her final thought before leaving for home was, "hm I bet Europe would be furtile grounds for the future."