In the fall of 1958, I had been at a house party held by one of my classmates,

and we were getting overly friendly, but it was not, I don't want to imply that there may that may have

been sexual we were just you know dancing close and may have kissed or

something but nothing more than that and she was going steady with someone else

who took exception to my behavior.

By the time I got home that night,

my father had waited up for me to come home,

and it was quite late. It was probably at 2 or 2.30 in the morning.

And he, my dad told me, there was a guy here looking for you and described the car that the guy was in,

and I knew it was the car driven by this woman's boyfriend.

And I said, yeah, don't worry about it. You know, it'll pass. It's nothing.

And I lived in, I stayed in what would be considered today an in-law apartment aside from the house, separate

from the main house.

So I was in bed in my boxer shorts and there was a knock on the door.

I knew immediately who it was, you know, and I got up and I opened the door and this guy came in.

This was the woman's boyfriend. I shut the door and then we had

words and I don't know what those words were and wouldn't even attempt to

paraphrase them that they were

exactly what you might expect that conversation to have been and a fight ensued.

And I don't remember if I punched him first or he swung at me, whatever, but I punched him and he went down to his knees and when he did, he grabbed a hold of my genitalia and was holding on. to my

genitalia and was holding on and just a minute amount of panic ran through my body as I began

to just start punching his head.

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