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along Fifth Avenue in a sweet little pink and white checked cotton summer dress, with delicate pearl buttons set in a frill that ran down the front.
    “Outside Saks, an old man was selling tiny little bunches of violets for a quarter a bunch. I was broke, but they were so pretty that I couldn’t resist.
    “ ‘Let me help you,’ the old man said, and moved closer to me, the violets in his wrinkled hands.
    “I stood still. Then he leaned down to pin the corsage on my dress. All of a sudden, with lightning speed, he slid his fingers inside the front of it and pinched my left nipple, hard.
    “That old man selling violets on Fifth Avenue pinched my nipple, and old and ugly as he was, he afforded me the first sexual thrill of my young life. Forever afterward, I always remembered that moment, and that thrill intermingled with the scent of violets.”
    “What a riveting story,” I say, after I’ve digested her strange, dark revelation. “What gave you your first sexual thrill, Tamara?” I ask, as an afterthought.
    Then I flinch at the butt of the Glock digging into the back of my neck again.
    “Nice try, Miranda . . . Start writing!”
    “Tammy is quite correct, cupcake. Plenty of time for social niceties after you’ve finished writing the letter,” Georgiana says.
    She settles back in a cream leather armchair and, almost as if she were instructing a class in flower arranging, says, “Now, Miranda, pay attention. Write exactly what I tell you, word for word.
    “ ‘My dearest Robert, There is no easy way for me to say this, but please don’t try and find me. There is no point, because I never want to see you again as long as I live. And even if you—with your stubborn, determined nature, which I know so well—persist in attempting to find me, I no longer love you. In fact, I never did.’ ”
    “But he’ll never believe me, not in a million years!” I burst out.
    “Oh, yes, he will, once you’ve told him everything in exactly the terms that I am about to dictate to you,” Georgiana says, just as Tamara digs the barrel of the Glock so deep into my neck that it takes all my willpower not to cry out in fear.
    I’m trapped.
    Held hostage by two maniacs.
    No way out.
    So I grit my teeth and start writing. “My dearest Robert . . .”
    But I just can’t go on, and I slam the pen down on the desk.
    “He won’t believe me. He won’t!” I say, as the tears stream down my face.
    “Shut the fuck up and keep writing,” Tamara says, with a vicious twist of the Glock barrel against my right ear.
    In fear for my life, like a robot trapped in a nightmare, I write the words Georgiana orders me to write.
    “. . . By now you will have awakened from the drugged sleep after I dosed your champagne . . . and then shot you up with the tranquilizer gun, all done because I had to make my getaway, darling.”
    I can’t bear the terrible lies that Georgiana is forcing me to write, and my hand is shaking so badly that, without intending to, I drop the pen.
    “Keep writing, bitch,” Tamara says, and rams the pen back into my hand again as Georgiana resumes her dictation.
    “My photographic memory means that I remember all the accusations you threw at me on that terrible night in Geneva . . . And remembering them, I can’t help but be amused by the irony of how close you were to the truth . . .”
    Georgiana and Tamara exchange loaded glances, and Tamara sniggers.
    “Lucky we had the hotel suite bugged,” she says, then gives me a vicious shove in the rib with the Glock handle.
    “Robert, I could repeat every single lacerating word you threw at me on that terrible night in Geneva. I won’t go into details here, because in my heart I know that you must remember what transpired between us only too well.
    “So I’ll just summarize; you accused me of being a trickster who somehow discovered that you were a seasoned dominant who hadn’t had a submissive for years, and consequently decided to use your