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and stepped over to where Andy sat. Still grinning foolishly, the old man turned to face her. “I think Andy forgot where it’s at,” Frank said. There was no laughter. Some of the men had climbed up on the bar for a better view. Frank reached out to squeeze Lisa’s arm. “Maybe you ought to help the simple minded bastard,” he said.
    Lisa stood before Andy, not looking at him, her head bowed. She lifted the hem of her dress. Spreading her legs and taking the old man’s bony hand, she placed it on the inside of her bare thigh. “Ahhhh,” he sighed, nodding his head. He continued to grin at her as his hand moved up her leg. She gasped and shut her eyes when he reached her pussy. He kept his hand between her legs as he turned back to Frank.
    “What’s she wearing?” Frank asked.
    “Nothin’. No panties,” Andy rasped, grinning around at the others.
    Lisa had not looked up. Her face was crimson. I’d expected the men to erupt in laughter, but they remained strangely silent. Everyone, even the two women at the table, stared intently at the toothless old alcoholic with his hand between Lisa’s legs. The young man next to me finally broke the silence. “How do we know crazy Andy ain’t lying?” The question was directed at Frank.
    Before replying, Frank sipped his drink. Then he turned toward Lisa who had not moved. “Well, if the lady wants what I got here,” he grabbed his crotch, “she’ll just step over there by you, Al, and prove Andy ain’t lying.”
    Lisa shook her head, “Please, Frank don’t...”
    “Let her go, Andy.” Frank’s voice was harsh. Andy quickly withdrew his hand from beneath Lisa’s dress. Lisa waited a moment longer, then staring straight ahead crossed to stand before Al, who was seated next to me. I moved between them. “Back off, boy, if you don’t want to get hurt,” Frank said evenly. Lisa glanced at me and shook her head. I stepped away.
    The young man quickly and easily lifted her and sat her on the edge of the bar, her back toward Ryan, the bartender. Her dress had slid up over her knees. Al placed his big callused hands on Lisa’s ankles. “Well?” he asked. She nodded. Slowly he moved his hands up along her legs. I felt a helpless rage building inside me. There was nothing I could do but stand there while these drunken bullies humiliated my wife.
    “For a little girl, she sure got fine legs,” Al said, “and smooth, oh yeah, very smooth.” He hooked her hem under his thumb and spreading her knees, pushed the dress up until it covered only her pussy. He paused, his hands resting on Lisa’s bare thighs. Ryan had moved behind her. He glanced at Frank who nodded. Ryan placed his hands on Lisa’s waist and moved them along her back. Then he slid them under her dress. She made a small sound as he cupped her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. Lisa kept her eyes focused on Al’s blunt fingers.
    “Can I show the boys here what they want to see?” He kept looking at Lisa, but his question was directed to Frank.
    “Ask her,” Frank said.
    “How about it?” Al asked.
    “Yes,” she said in a whisper only those of us close to her could hear.
    “Well, then,” Al said. He lifted the hem of her dress and folded it back fully exposing her pussy. “Open wide,” he ordered. Lisa hesitated, then spread her knees.
    “Tell them what you’re going to do with that cunt hair tomorrow,” Frank shouted.
    Lisa was staring at the back wall. “I’m going to shave it off,” she said, like someone drugged, her face expressionless.
    “Tell them why,” Frank ordered.
    “Because Frank wants me that way.”
    “What way?” Frank asked.
    “Bare, completely bare.”
    “Well,” Al said, “maybe Frank will bring you back tomorrow night so we can all see your shaved cunt.” Lisa’s body stiffened. She started to turn toward Frank.
    “We’ll talk about that later,” Frank said with a wave of his hand. The men had crowded around Al to stare at her