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floor.
    THUD!
    “ Oh,
shit. ”
    I bent down, sorted through my bag, moving
my clothes. I felt my flat iron and gripped it tight. I took the electrical
cord and wrapped it around the base to make it easier to handle.
    I stretched forward to find the wall. With
one hand I seized the iron, and with the other I held onto the wall, as I made
my way to the door. I reached cautiously for the door handle, my
hand tumbling as I did so.
    Another whack resonated from the other
room. I jumped and my heart pounded even more.
    Just when fear tried to grip me, I closed
my eyes and thought of Penny. I thought of all that we did together, I thought
of how strong she was and I thought of my reasons for doing this. I regrouped , my anger kicked in and my adrenaline
shifted. I was in this for revenge and that was what I was going to get.
    You can do this, I
repeated to myself.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    2
    The Experiment
    I
gripped the doorknob and slowly turned the handle until the
assembly latch retracted from the strike plate. For a second, I debated whether
to open the door slowly, or throw it open and go on the attack. I took a deep
breath and gradually pulled the door towards me until I could see out.
    The door hinge squeaked when I got it
halfway open. I paused, hoping that the noise did not give my approach
away.   I peeked through the opening, but
the kitchen cabinets blocked my view to the studio. Dressed only in an
oversized white T-shirt that came down to my buttocks and black laced panties,
I tiptoed across the tile floor. I could hear Janine grasping for air, along
with a rhythmical thumping sound like someone being choked against it.
    The kitchen was pitch-black and I could faintly
see the remnants of light reflecting off the wall. One more step and he came
into view.
    There he was — but who was he? Was that even Harvey?
    I realized I had no idea what Harvey
looked like. Why I did not ask Alex for a photo, I did not know. Whoever he
was, Janine seemed to know him quite well because she had straps around her
ankles — secured
to the canopy bedposts — and
her legs which yanked behind her ears. A robust, burly man had one hand against
the headboard and his other around her throat, as he was rocking back and
forth, penetrating her with force.
    In total shock, I closed my eyes and then
it happened.
    SMACK!
    Janine screamed. I lifted my head only to
watch him slap his hand against her buttocks again. After she bellowed out an
erotic screech, he placed his hands on her calves and he lined up his penis to
reenter her vagina. H e vigorously and repeatedly thrust her
as she moaned in euphoria.
    She wasn ’ t being assaulted, she was having sex. I
knew I could go back to bed, but for some strange reason I just stood there. Up
until then, I had only had sex a dozen times with two men. It was not that I
didn ’ t enjoy sex, but with all
the drama in my life, I had withdrawn to avoid pain. Masturbating was so much
easier — no
commitments and no dating.
    The view was perfect. I was in the dark
and they were in open sight. Wondering what to do, I decided to watch a few
minutes longer. It had been a long time since I had an orgasm. After months,
drugged in a mental clinic and the emotional stress discovering Penny ’ s suicide was a murder, I had not taken
any time for myself. Watching porn was one thing, but this was live sex and it
was turning me on.
    Debating whether I should continue with
voyeurism or go to my room and pleasure myself, I remembered I left my vibrator
at the hotel, so I remained a bit longer. Watching intently, I noticed he did
not have any body hair. For a moment, I drifted off, speculating if he waxed,
shaved or used a hair removal lotion.
    At that moment, he stood up and his motion
startled me. I leaned away to hide from detection, hoping he would not come to
the kitchen. I ducked out of view just in case. Then, the sound of a cork
exploding from a bottle resounded throughout the room. I leaned back to