The older Langier wasn’t sure it would work, but he slipped the band a bill for two more songs, anyway. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to...see Karen standing next to him. ‘So, how much did you slip the conductor?’ ‘Uh,’ he considered lying, but she smiled knowingly at him. ‘A hundred.’ Karen nonchalantly leaned in to get a better view of the couple. ‘Yeah, I gave him another fifty. Your son has it bad, doesn’t he?’ ‘You’re not mad?’ ‘No, Dave, I’m skeptical. You should have told us. She finished undressing for bed, putting on the blue shortie nightgown that she’d brought along. ‘Damn!’ Everything was reminding her of something. Bernard had loved her in a similar outfit a decade ago. Each step of putting it on reminded her of some smooth comment that he’d made. As she raised it up over her head, the powder blue showed off her blonde hair. She pulled it down over her breasts, ‘champagne glass breasts’ he had called them, over the ‘silky, smooth curve of your tummy’ and down. "Susan could barely breathe as she stuck her tongue into him. She ws struggling with all her might to stop him from killing her.Pete had been fucking her hard for a good 5 minutes when he seemed to be jealous of the pain and fear the other man was causing her. "Ok whore I'm ready to have your ass now. This is gonna sting a little bit--so I want you to ask for it."The room laughed at his little joke and laughed even harder when Susan's ass muffled voice said," Please sir will you fuck my tight. Instinctively she had pulled a portion of herself back from the act, as if this somehow diminished her responsibility.But now it was different. There was no question of her going willingly into this act. She was being forced! Freed of the guilt of willfully choosing what her soul believed to be inescapably evil. Pam was suddenly freed from her obsession, and her body, long starved of the natural reactions of love, was reacting powerfully. Oh, God, rape me! Rape me! it was crying, and her mind.