Red Mutiny: The True Story of the Battleship Potemkin Mutiny

And that none of those rumors about her were true. The rumors were the part that hurt, at least in the beginning. And on more than one night Diane lay awake, tears on her cheeks, painfully wondering how anyone could start such stories when none of them were true. Sure, she had gone out often enough, and sometimes with older men, college men and occasionally a local boy who had gone off to the Army, but she never let them go all the way, not ever. But none of them had ever believed it until he tried his luck, and most of her Saturday nights were spent practicing the art of self-defense, often in the back seat of an old car out at the Highway 64 Drive In. Red had been one of the non-believers, cocksure and confident that if anybody got in her pants, it would have to be him. And it almost took the police to stop him…! *** Diane knew almost immediately that coming to this juke-joint with Red was a mistake. The place was on a lonely county unpaved road, hardly more than four shaky walls and a sawdust floor littered with cigarette butts and spilled beer ...»