“Close your eyes. Hear only my voice. You are alone here with me.”When all three had complied, Morphia gave me some brief applause.“Maddy,” I ...ddressed my sister-in-law, “why did you come here today?”“To make you dinner. I hoped to get you drunk on wine and seduce you,” she spoke matter-of-factly.“Katie?” I continued.“I wanted to get you to do to me some of what is in those porn clips,” she confessed.“Melanie?” I finished.She lamented. “I haven’t had sex since my son was born. I was gonna beg. It took about a month before everyone in the school had heard the tapes, or read the transcripts, and then I was doomed. Clare was proclaimed a hero for surviving such a terrible abuse, and I was outcast and bullied for my crimes. When I said that nobody called me John anymore, it was worse after the tapes. Now they called me 'Clare' with a threatening inflection, to emphasise and draw attention to it. To make things worse, when I tried talking to my old friends, they would call me 'bitch'. I loved dating my brothers friends. They always wanted to fuck me and I was happy to oblige. It drove my brother crazy. His friends would come over and they would see me and immediately the flirting would start. "Damn your sister is hot. Is she single?" "Fuck that sucks she is your sister." "I'd love to hit that." My brother got sick of it and forbid me to come around his friends. I never paid much attention to his orders. One day he had some friends over and I found one of them particularly. Not even having a chance to identify herself, Joyce already knew who she was. ‘You must be Ginny,’ said Joyce. ‘I’ve been expecting your call. Do you have a pen and paper?’ Ginny rifled through her purse. ‘I do.’ Joyce gave her the address. ‘I’ll be here all week until 11 pm. We’re having an opening and if you can, I’d like for you to come at 8 pm,’ she said. Acting as if she knew what an opening was, she didn’t. If Jerry was with her, she’d ask him and he’d know what an opening was but he.