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Richie up. He planned this whole thing so that he could...could, oh Billy, I hate him. He’s perverted, and we must...I must do whatever he says. And now I have to describe all that happened to you. I’m so tired, Billy, so tired.”
    “Then don’t do it.”
    “I have to. He wants to listen to the tape tomorrow.” She arranged the pillow behind her and shifted to a sitting position. “Frank is smarter that we are, Billy. And he’s a monster.” I reached toward her once more, but she shook her head. “I’m exhausted, Billy. Please, let’s get this over with.”
    “Why the recorder?” I asked.
    “Like I told you, he’ll play it back later. He wants to be sure I tell you everything and that I don’t lie. I think that he believes it might make a difference between you and me.” She paused. “You won’t let it, will you?”
    “No, of course not.”
    “He made me swear to tell the truth, but he also made it clear that I’m to say things that will please him, pump up his ego, things that will indicate that I like him and…and want him. But I hate him, Billy. You have to believe that.”
    She reached over to the bedside table, and I heard a tiny click as she turned on the machine. She sat perfectly still, continuing to stare up toward the ceiling. When she spoke her voice was lifeless. “To tell you the truth, Billy, I was so grateful that he agreed to take me out of that awful bar I didn’t think of you when we left. I didn’t think about the fact that he was responsible for me being there, that he and that boy Carl tricked Richie, and that he made me go there and made me do...those things. I only thought about the fact that he got me out, got me away from those men, that he saved me from...well, you know.” She watched the tape turning for a moment, then she looked across at me. “Oh, Billy, I’ve never been so ashamed. Doing what I did. Saying those words. Kissing Frank like that.” Tears formed in her eyes. She wiped them away.
    “Those men, Billy, you saw them. They were like animals. There were times during the rest of the night with Frank when I wanted to scream, but I kept thinking it could have been worse. And Frank kept saying that he might take me back there if I didn’t...if I didn’t...” under the blanket she reached for my hand and squeezed it.
    She clicked off the recorder. “He knows when I’ve turned it off so I’ll have to explain. But, Billy, please try to understand. I have to say the things I’m going to tell you, and I really had to do the things I did.”
    “Yes, I know. Don’t worry. It’s Okay.”
    “And like I told you, he wants me to say certain things on the tape...to talk about him now in ways that...that will excite him tomorrow when he hears it.”
    “I understand.”
    She switched on the recorder again. “When Frank and I got outside, I almost slipped on the ice. He kept his arm around me and led me back to the car. I was so relieved to be getting away from there, I forgot to get into the car the way he told me to. He gets in first. As I enter, I have to pull my skirt up almost to my waist and sit with my bare skin on the seat. I have to face toward him and keep my knees spread so that he...so that he can touch me down there if he wants to.”
    She glanced at me to see how I was taking it. Satisfied, she began again. “Like I said, I had to get into the car a second time because I’d forgotten how he wants me to do it. His car is old and rusty. A Buick, I think. The seat was freezing cold.” She shifted in the bed and was silent for a moment. “As soon as we pulled away from Ryan’s, he started to...to masturbate me again. Then, he put my hand on him...on his...his penis...I mean his...his cock. That’s what he wants me to call it. I could feel how hard he was. He said, ‘You want that?’.
    “I answered, ‘Yes’.
    “‘Ain’t you forgetting something?’ he asked.
    This time I leaned over and kissed his neck. “Yes,” I said, “I want it.”