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| Charles Manson, mass murderer |
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 The first girl I ever made it with I ended up marrying. I'd worked all day at the racetrack and had stopped by a card room in Steubenville to see if I could run my day's wages into a small fortune. After a couple of hours at the poker table, I had a pretty healthy pile of money in front of me. The cocktail waitress and some of the other girls were giving me and my roll some attention. Across from me, looking over the shoulder of a coal miner, was this pretty girl who gave me an occasional smile. She told me she worked as a waitress . . .
We didn't make it together that night, but after visiting her at her job and dating a couple of times, we were in love . . . She was a healthy, smooth-skinned Irish girl who stirred things in me I'd never experienced. I didn't get her cherry, but she damned sure got mine. The first time we made it together, I couldn't believe it was happening. Beyond concentrating on the sex act, all I could think of was, "Wow, it's happening, I'm really making it with a girl!" I trembled with excitement and anticipation; so much so, I came before my prick touched her box. But that didn't kill anything for me, and when I got inside her — our arms around each other, her smooth soft body in contact with mine — I really didn't care if I ever took another breath. I was in heaven and I wanted to stay. She whispered, "I love you," and goose bumps tingled all over my body. I was loving someone and she was returning my love. A huge void was being filled. For the first time in my life, I felt I could conquer the world. (Steubenville, Ohio, 1954)
from Manson in His Own Words, by Charles Manson, as told to Nuel Emmons (Grove Press, © 1986)
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