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she asked, hardly able to keep her voice steady.
    “Till they knew they liked it. You can’t fake it. I know when a girl’s faking.”
    “What did you do with my car?”
    “I’m sorry. It had to go.”
    She clenched her jaw. All her beautiful luggage was gone, and the gift she had bought for Cameron was gone with it.
    “You’re pissed off now, huh?” he said. “You can hit me, if you want. Go on. Hit me. Hit me!” He grabbed her arm, and she put her hands up expecting him to hit her but nothing happened.
    “You have to let me go,” she said. “I know you’re not a bad person, I can tell by the way you kiss me.”
    “Don’t fucking patronize me!” He shoved her away and got up. He looked down at the floor a moment. He scratched his ear. “What do you like to eat? I’ll get you anything you want. I’m not a completely mean bastard, despite what you might be thinking right now. What do want?”
    She was too distraught to think or answer. He went into the kitchen, and left her alone. She was busting to pee. She looked at the bowl he had put there for her, then bowed her head to her knees in misery. She could hear him clunking around in the kitchen. She glanced at the bowl again. She thought maybe she should quickly go before he came back, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
    She had her head on her knees, rocking herself, when he came back. He put a plate of canned stew and buttered toast in front of her. “You don’t tell me what you want—you get that.”
    He sat on the couch to eat his dinner. She watched him a moment. “Can I use your bathroom?” she asked, pleadingly. He pointed to the bowl. “Don’t be a cruel fuck!”
    He kept eating, chewing slowly. “I love your Australian accent. Say it again.”
    She clenched her jaw and looked away.
    “I’m coming over there to fuck your mouth after I finish this, so you better use that thing quick. I promise I won’t look.”
    She started rocking herself again. She was in hell. He stuffed some toast into his mouth, then put his plate down. He went over to her and kissed her face, touching her wet cheeks gently. He tried to kiss her wounded mouth, but she strained away. He fondled her breasts a little and quietly studied her. “I’ve had lots of women,” he said, “but I’ve only brought a few out here—the best ones.”
    She was really desperate to pee now and not at all sure how much longer she could hold on. He was caressing her tummy and breasts, up and down, irritatingly slow.
    “Don’t touch me!” She pushed his hand away. He corked her thigh with his fist, and she clutched her leg painfully. He turned her toward him, and opened her legs. He half kneeled and half lay on the mattress and eased his fingers into her. She winced at the slightly painful sensation. Her whole interior was wounded and the urge to go was getting painful.
    “I have to pee,” she complained.
    “Don’t worry, if it happens, it happens. Spread your legs for me.” He put his mouth to her pussy. His tongue slipped in between her lips, touching her in ways that cramped her stomach and made her dig her fingernails into the mattress. Her legs quivered slightly. She groaned, wanting to push his mouth away. He sucked on her clit and slowly sawed his fingers in and out of her. Her pussy was gripping his fingers in an involuntary way. She had to pee. She put her palms on his forehead to try shove him away.
    “Let it go, baby,” he said huskily.
    She kept pushing him. “Get off!”
    He licked her clit again, just once, then pulled his head away. She started to stand up, she had to go whether he was there or not, but he grabbed her arm.
    “Just a second,” he said. He lay her back down and got on top. “You can have some of this first,” he said, probing the tip of his penis around her vagina, working it up and down the slit. He slowly pushed it inside her, with a burning sensation. He pumped her gently at first, then moved up on his knees and elbows, and