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please get out of my room,” I say. I’m trying to sound polite, like this isn’t sort of freaking me out. “I’d like some privacy, please.”
    He doesn’t leave.
    “Where’s Mom? Mom!” I call. No answer.
    He laughs, soft under his breath. “She can’t hear you. She went to the liquor store to pick up some Limoncella. I’m going to treat her to my famous lemondrop martini. Maybe we’ll even let you have one.” He smiles. “If you behave.” He pushes away from the doorframe. “Nope, it’s just you and me, babe,” he says, sauntering toward me on the bed. “And you are looking real good.”
    I get up off the bed two times in my head before my legs actually move me. I try to make it around him, but my feet slip, get tangled up in all the crap on my floor. It’s not enough to make me fall, but it’s that skid, that extra second of hesitation, that is my undoing. Suddenly, I’m falling to the floor. Falling, or was I pushed? I hit the ground hard. His body lands on mine. I try to get up, but I can’t get him off me. His body’s too heavy. Squashing me down. Can’t breathe.
    “Get off!” I push at him hard, with both hands. The next thing I know, he’s pinned my hands over my head. I’m stunned how fast this guy can move.
    “It seems that we’ve fallen,” he says, like he’s talking about the color of his necktie.
    “Get off .” I can’t get free, no matter how hard I twist and turn.
    “Hold still. Let me help you. You’re all tangled up in this stuff on the floor.” That’s what he says, but his hand is sliding under my top, pushing it up. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to cry. But I know what he’s doing. I can feel the cold air on my stomach first and then my breasts.
    “Stop... please don’t!” But he’s touching them now, and I can’t get away.
    “Oh yeah...You like that, don’t you.”
    “No, I don’t .”
    “Yes, you do. I hate to correct you, my dear, but you’re really quite wrong about that. I’ve never seen somebody so hot for me. But that’s okay. I’m a great believer in education.”
    I try to twist my body out from under him, get away.
    “Hold still, you bitch,” he says, his voice suddenly harsh. And it’s almost like I hear it before I feel it, his hand making contact with my face. My eyes fly open from the force of the impact.But I don’t look at him. Anywhere but at him. I will not cry. I won’t give him the satisfaction. “You’re hot for me. You want me. It’s really quite disgusting, you coveting your mother’s boyfriend. But the truth is there.” His voice switches again, soft and reasonable. “I’m always one to support the truth.” He kisses me on the forehead. I feel his hand start to slide down.
    “ Don’t! Please, please don’t.” But his hand keeps moving. It’s working with the button on my jeans now.
    “I don’t imagine,” he says, his mouth on my breast, tongue circling, “that your mother would be too pleased. You, carrying on with her boyfriend this way, right under her nose. Inviting him into your room. All sprawled out on the bed the way you were. An open invitation.”
    “I didn’t...invite you in!” It’s too late. I’m crying now, can’t help it.
    “Oh yes you did, my dear. Never argue with a lawyer. I knocked. You said, Come in. Your words precisely. You invited me in.”
    He manages to get the top button of my pants open, starts working on the zipper.
    “Get off! Get off of me.” But I can’t move him. His hand is in my pants now, sliding down. “Get off!”
    He’s almost touching me there when the kitchen door slams and we hear my mom calling out.
    “I got Limoncella, Larry.”
    “Damn,” he says. His hand stills.
    “Larry?”
    Suddenly both his hands are wrapped around my neck, tight. Can’t breathe.
    “I should probably kill you,” he whispers, mouth up close to my ear. “Do your mother a favor. She’s a nice woman. Good and decent. She doesn’t deserve to have a slut like you for a