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to force you into doing anything you don't want to-
        You're not forcing me into-
        It's just…
        That's the thing of it.
        Meeting here all the time.
        I know.
        Silence.
        Matthew listened.
        Suddenly:
        Mmm.
        Yeah.
        And another long silence.
        He guessed they were kissing.
        The silence lengthened. Then:
        Don't you think I want to get away?
        I know you do, Dan.
        Take this off, okay? But I don't have the kind of job…
        I know.
        Some guys travel all the time, you know.
        It's difficult for you, I know.
        Guys in sales…
        They go all over, I know.
        The bra, too.
        I'm not saying we should go away for two, three weeks…
        Two, three…?
        I know, did I…?
        Impossible.
        Did I say two, three weeks?
        Two, three weeks, whoo.
        Impossible, I know.
        Impossible.
        I said a weekend is what I said.
        Another silence.
        Matthew listened.
        Murmurs on the tape.
        Then:
        God, you're gorgeous.
        Silence again.
        Then the woman's voice:
        Ooooo, yes.
        And more silence.
        Matthew sighed.
        Careful, they're a little sore.
        Sorry.
        I'm about to get my period.
        Silence.
        Then the man's voice:
        I'd better take these pants off.
        Yeah.
        Don't want to go home wrinkled.
        That's what I mean.
        What do you mean?
        About a weekend.
        Yeah, what?
        All I'm asking is a weekend.
        I know that. Look, if I had Freddie's job-
        Because if we went away, you wouldn't have to worry about getting wrinkled or getting lipstick on you or smelling of perfume or-
        Away three, four months out of the year, Freddie.
        Yeah, but you haven't.
        I know I haven't. Los Angeles, Houston, Phoenix.
        Sure, that'd be ideal.
        You could meet me anywhere.
        Maybe I oughta give Freddie a call, huh?
        Oh, sure.
        Meet him in Los Angeles sometime.
        Yeah, sure.
        Silence.
        Then the woman's voice:
        Oh my, where'd that come from?
        You like that, hmm?
        I love it. Bring it over here.
        The creak of bed springs.
        Mmmm.
        And again… silence.
        Matthew looked at the charcoal drawings of the nudes. He looked at Otto's framed license. He looked at the bank building across the street. He listened to the sounds coming from the recorder. Suddenly-
        Nettington's voice:
        Don't stop, Rita.
        And more sounds.
        Deeper, honey.
        And heavy breathing.
        That's it.
        And a gasp.
        Jesus. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.
        And a moan.
        And a sigh.
        And silence.
        The tape kept unreeling.
        Silence.
        Another sigh. Heavier.
        Then Rita again:
        Was that good, baby?
        Nobody does that like you.
        How about Carla?
        Make me so flickin'-
        How about your wife, baby?
         -big.
        Mmm.
        Silence.
        Matthew listened.
        You want a cigarette?
        Please. What do you think of the Fourth?
        The sound of a match striking.
        Someone exhaling.
        Thanks.
        Let me get an ashtray.
        For our weekend. The Fourth falls on a Friday this year. Silence.
        Then Nettington's voice, distant at first:
        I don't think we ought to…
        And then coming closer, probably as he carried an ashtray back to the bed:
        … take any chances right now.
        We could leave late Thursday night, come back late Sunday.
        Too risky.
        Be a nice long weekend, Dan.
        Not right now. I think she's getting suspicious.
        Oh?
        Yeah, I think she