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were closed. I could see her hips moving against the pressure of his hand. When he released her, she half fell back against the seat. “Jesus,” he said. “I think it’s time.” He withdrew his hand from under her dress and waited for her to respond.
    “Time?” She seemed confused.
    “Yeah, time for me and you to go. What do you think?”
    “Go?”
    “Yeah, damnit, go!” He was quick to anger.
    “Yes,” she hesitated. “I mean, yes honey, we should go.” She put her hands in her lap again and stared at them.
    Frank looked at her and his face hardened. “I think you need a little lesson, because you still don’t seem enthused. Know what I mean?”
    Lisa tried, but failed to smile. “I’m sorry...it’s just that I...I...” She looked down at her hands again.
    “Your pussy wet?”
    “Yes.” She lifted her head. “Yes, honey, it’s wet.”
    “Who made you wet?”
    “You did.” He waited. “I...I...mean you did, honey.”
    “We’re going to my apartment and when we get there what do you want me to do to you?’ Lisa started to turn away from him, but he quickly pulled her close. “Look at me,” he demanded.
    “I...I...I want you to...to...” she stammered.
    “Say it.”
    “To do it to me.”
    “No.” Frank tilted her head up so that it was inches from his own. “Say the word, the ‘F’ word and say it nice cause during the next four weeks you’re going to say it a lot.”
    Lisa had never in her life uttered even the mildest of profanities. To use such language was, for her, a sacrilege. On the streets or in the movies she would blush when obscenities were spoken. She sat there silent.
    “You got a kid, remember. And he’s in deep shit. And I went to a lot of trouble to put him there. So, goddamn you, say it! Tell me what you want.”
    “I want...I want you to...to...to...to fuck me.”
    “Not good enough,” Frank said harshly. “You can do better.”
    “Frank, honey, I...I… want you to...to fuck me,” she said in a small voice. He waited. “Please,” she added.
    “Yeah,” he leaned back grinning. She trembled as he trailed the thick fingers of his right hand up and down her bare arm. “You know, little Lisa, there’s an upside to this whole thing, I mean there’s something good gonna come out of me putting your kid in harm’s way. Guess what it is.”
    “I...I...don’t know,” she said. “There couldn’t be anything good, not for me, not for Richie, not for Billy.”
    “Later tonight old Frank is gonna shove his big fat prick up inside your hot cunt, and you’re gonna like that. Believe me, babe, you’re gonna like it a lot. That’s what’s good.” He clamped his hand over hers and tightened it, causing her to wince. “So thank your new man for what he did. Tell him you want his prick. Tell him you want it inside you and you want it bad.”
    Lisa shook her head, “No,” she whispered, “no...I can’t.”
    Frank nodded and began to stand up. “Then this fuckin party’s over, and your kid’s party is soon going to start.”
    Quickly, she reached out and grabbed his arm. “Please,” she said, “I...I’m sorry.” He sat down and turned to face her. She put her hand on his, “Thank you, honey, for what you did. If you hadn’t done that to...to Richie...then...then we wouldn’t be here like this.” He made as if he intended to get up again. She held his arm with both hands this time, “I...I...want it. I mean, I want your...your,” she hesitated, unable to say the word.
    Frank glared at her, “You ain’t in fuckin Sunday school. When you’re with me, you’re my woman. You damn well better say what I want to hear and do what I want you to do.”
    Lisa glanced across at me. There were tears in her eyes. She looked down at her hands, which were now folded on the tabletop. “I...I...want your...your...prick.” she said softly, the color rising to her cheeks. “I want it bad.”
    Several people at the bar had turned to watch. Deliberately Frank