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all right,’ she said.
        ‘Then tape this,’ Cora said, and punched Finley in the stomach.
        The girl’s eyes bugged out. Her mouth sprang open. Her shoulders lurched off the wall as she bent at the waist, her neck thrusting against Cora’s hand.
        ‘Hey!’ Abilene snapped. ‘Don’t.’
        ‘Quit it!’ Vivian cried out. ‘For Godsake!’
        ‘Leave her alone,’ Abilene said.
        Finley, pinned to the wall, wheezed for air. Her face was twisted with pain.
        ‘Let go of her,’ Abilene said.
        Cora dropped her hand. The girl leaned forward, rump against the wall, and hugged her belly.
        ‘What’s the big idea, huh?’ Cora asked.
        ‘What are you, a pervert?’
        Finley shook her head. She gasped something that sounded like, ‘Ontra.’
        ‘What?’
        ‘Let her catch her breath,’ Vivian said.
        They waited. At last, Finley stopped holding herself, stood up straight, and said, ‘Entrepreneur.’
        ‘What?’
        ‘It means she…’
        ‘I know what it means,’ Cora said, casting an annoyed glance at Vivian.
        ‘This guy… he offered me two hundred bucks.’
        To film us taking showers? ’
        ‘Videotape, actually. For his VCR.’
        Cora didn’t bother to dry. She didn’t bother to put on her robe. Stark naked, twisting Finley’s arm, she guided the girl out of the shower room and dressing room, past the toilet stalls and sinks, and through the door to the hallway.
        Abilene dried herself as fast as possible. Helen, flushed with excitement, didn’t bother to towel off. She struggled to pull the nightgown down her wet body, and finally succeeded. The fabric looked transparent where it clung to her skin. Abilene put on her robe, picked up her toilet articles and lifted the camera. Vivian, who’d also taken time to dry, belted her own robe, then gathered her possessions along with the robe, towel, and other things that Cora had left behind.
        The three of them rushed into the corridor.
        Helen carried the gorilla mask. It swung from her fist, dripping, like a severed head fresh from the guillotine.
        Several other girls stood around, looking perplexed. Some were peering into the room Vivian shared with Cora. It looked as if Cora had caused quite a stir, hustling by with her prisoner.
        Those who asked questions were answered with a brusk, ‘Never mind’ from Vivian. Who shut the door and locked it after Helen and Abilene were inside.
        Finley sat on one of the beds, regarding her captors with a quizzical look.
        Cora loomed over her, hands on hips. She was shiny and dripping. Her buttocks were red from the fall she’d taken trying to apprehend the girl. Vivian held out her robe. She snatched it away. Muttering ‘Thanks,’ she shoved her arms through the sleeves.
        ‘I hope this isn’t going to get ugly,’ Finley said.
        ‘Depends on how you look at death,’ Cora told her.
        ‘I must inform you, there’s a letter in my safety deposit box with instructions to be opened in the event of my demise.’
        ‘Cut the comedy,’ Cora said. ‘Who paid you to film us?’
        ‘Actually, he’s supposed to pay on delivery. At this point, I don’t expect that to happen.’
        ‘What’s his name?’
        ‘Darryl Rathbone.’
        ‘Who’s he?’
        ‘A senior. He’s a Sig.’
        ‘What did he want the film for?’
        ‘I guess he figured it’d be a hit with his frat brothers.’
        She shrugged, then frowned as if thinking about something. ‘Do you want to know what really happened?’
        ‘That’s the idea.’
        ‘Cause there’s a little more to it than the two hundred bucks.’
        ‘Tell us everything,’ Vivian said. She sounded as if she felt a little sorry for the girl.
        ‘Okay, here’s the