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    “How about tonight then!” someone shouted. “Maybe Frank will make her dance for us.” I could see that under her dress Ryan was squeezing her nipples.
    “Yeah, a fuckin strip!” a huge, bearded guy who had pushed in next to Al yelled. Ryan tongued her ear. Lisa shut her eyes. Al began to push a thick finger inside her. Everyone could see that she was wet. Some of the men were rubbing their crotches. They were getting worked up and mean. I looked for a phone but couldn’t see one.
    “She don’t dance,” Frank said.
    “What does she do?” Ryan asked.
    “She pees,” Frank answered. For a moment, they didn’t grasp the significance of what he had said. Lisa began to tremble. Ryan withdrew his hands from under her dress and reached beneath the bar for an old, blue, enameled basin.
    “She going to pee for us?” Al asked. Frank shrugged his shoulders and winked. Al lifted her so that she now stood on the bar.
    She turned toward Frank, “Please Frank, I can’t...please don’t.”
    “You want fucked tonight?” He looked up at her unsmiling. “Or you want to make old Frankie unhappy?”
    She couldn’t answer for a few moments. “Yes,” she said softly.
    “Yes, what?” Frank asked.
    “Yes, honey, I want...I want you.”
    “How bad?”
    “I don’t...I don’t…” she looked around the room and glanced at the door. There was no way out.“Bad,” she hung her head, “real bad.”
    “Then hike up your dress and hunker down over the pan and show the boys how nice you make pee pee.”
    She stood with her legs apart. Ryan slid the basin between her heels. She looked around the room once more, her eyes filling with tears that slowly ran down her cheeks. The men were silent and unmoved, staring up at her, waiting. Bowing her head, she bent her knees to squat over the pan. I had to turn away. After a few moments, I heard the first small trickle and then a stronger stream as her urine splashed into the basin.
    When it stopped, the silence was suddenly broken with the men laughing and shouting and pounding on the bar. As I turned around, Al was reaching to lift her down to the floor. Ryan was placing the chipped basin on the back bar. “I’m going to have this engraved,” he laughed, “from Frank’s girlfriend, with love.” Lisa did not glance in my direction. Frank motioned to her. She ran to him and almost disappeared as he wrapped his arms around her.
    She seemed to be sobbing against his chest. “What do you want to do, baby?” he said in a loud voice. “How about we stay here with these horny folks and party?” Unable to speak, she shook her head violently. Frank’s hands moved down to her buttocks and pulled her against him. “Well, stop that damn blubbering and look up here and tell me what you’d rather do.” Frank leaned back but still cupped her ass with his big hands. Lisa began to speak in a small choking voice. “Speak up so everyone can hear,” Frank said. “And talk nice, you know.”
    She got control of herself and looked up at him. Then she lifted her arms and held his face between her tiny hands. “Please, Frank honey, take me home with you.”
    “But we got the makings of a good party right here. What you going to offer better than a party at Ryan’s?”
    Lisa seemed to understand what had become obvious to all of us. Frank wasn’t kidding. He was ready to party, and if he did, Lisa would be the reason for the party. She would be forced to provide the entertainment. The men were excited by what they had already seen. It was clear to her that staying here meant the worst things imaginable would surely happen.
    She stood on her tiptoes, her arms around Frank’s neck, her pelvis pushing hard against his crotch, as she tongue kissed him. When they parted, the men clapped and cheered. She waited until the noise died down, then speaking in a voice filled with desperation, “Please, Frank honey, I’ll be better than a party. Please take me home!”
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