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glanced back at Amy the set of her shoulders had changed. Her lips were still parted, the color on her cheeks hectic but cooling. I buried my hands back into the pockets of my trousers and rocked on the balls of my feet.
    “What happened next?”
    Amy sighed like she was lost and helpless. She wrung her hands together. “The gallery had a storage room,” she said faintly. “It was at the back of the building, down a few steps. The man told me to wait for him there and to leave the lights off.”
    “And you did, didn’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “And…”
    “And I stood in the darkness waiting for him,” she admitted. “I was so nervous! I could feel my legs shaking. The room smelled of oil paints and turpentine. There were racks of paintings – I could feel them with my hands.”
    “Did you think of leaving?”
    She shook her head. “No,” she said softly, and once again there was a trace of shameful guilt in her voice. “I would have waited all night…”
    I nodded, without casting judgement. “How long did you have to wait?”
    “Just a few minutes,” she said. “Then I heard his footsteps and a moment later the door cracked open. I could see the outline of him. The light was behind him so he was just a shadow. He told me to turn around and put my hands up against the wall.”
    “So you couldn’t see his face?”
    She shrugged and shook her head so her hair shimmered and swished across the smooth skin of her shoulder blades. “No. I just did what he told me to.”
    “And then?”
    “He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.”
    “At that moment, what did you want to happen? How did you want this encounter with your mystery man to end?”
    Amy smiled wryly, a wintery little grin. “I wanted him to fuck me,” she confessed. “I wanted him to take me in the darkness and use me.”
    “Did you feel nervous?”
    “No. I felt alive. I was shaking and quivering and panting… I felt his hands go around my waist and then the arrogant press of his hardness against me. I pushed back, hungry for him, and I heard him groan. It… it was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and his fingers dug into the flesh of my waist so that I felt pinned and helpless. He was strong and his hands felt like fire. Everywhere he touched seemed to burn.”
    I arched an eyebrow. Amy was gazing at me with an earnest expression on her face. She was leaning forward so that the weight and size of her breasts was emphasized. I felt my eyes drift down her body once more, and it required all of my will to drag them back up until we were staring at each other again.
    “Amy, you said that he raped you,” I began, measuring each word carefully. “Is that what really happened?”
    “Yes,” she said, but suddenly there was doubt in her tone. “He raped me,” she repeated as if she were trying to add more conviction. “He kicked my legs apart with his feet and then his hands tugged the hem of my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist.” She paused for a moment then, as if gathering her thoughts or her courage before continuing. “Then he ran his hand slowly up the inside of my thigh until I could feel his fingertips against the silk of my panties. I felt my legs buckle and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. He slid his fingers inside me…”
    “When did you tell him to stop? When did it become rape?” I asked gentling my voice.
    Amy swallowed a choke of breath. I noticed her hands had bunched into white-knuckled fists. “That was when I told him,” she said. “He was fingering me and my body was swaying like a tree in a gale, moving and responding to the press of his fingers deep inside me. I knew I was losing control. I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. It had all happened so quickly I had been overwhelmed. He slowly slid his fingers from inside me and then he held them up to my lips. I sucked the taste of me into my own mouth and then I realized the man was wearing a