then without looking at him ( mostly because i was na**d but also because i was uncertain about how i felt about the state of affairs , primarily me being naked , thoroughly f**ked by a man i went from not liking , to hating , but kept screwing and i 'd never left a man in his bed , in his house , to run home in the shortest walk of shame in the history of womanhood , except , of course , the times i did this with joe ) , i escaped his room , threw on my nightie , underwear and robe as fast as i could in his living room and i got the hell out of there .