The Police officers get off the bus in order to make room for the Matrons of the Academy, who got onto the bus in an orderly fashion. Two at a time, t...e Matrons would take one girl and walk her, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, into the hotel and into the main ballroom. Without exception, every girl walked between the two Matrons holding her by the arms, extremely meekly and without resistance. A few girls whimpered until a Matron told her to be silent. The policemen were directed. Nancy pulled Alex to his feet by his ear, folded hisarm behind him and threw him out the door. Alex spent the next hour atthe window begging to be let back in. When Nancy finally let him back inshe gave him a swat on the butt and said "Now get busy with thosechores."Household chores were not Alex's only responsibility. Nancy expected himto please her nightly. When Alex was totally depleted and unable toperform Nancy would go back to the bar and try to pickup another man.Usually she failed but. I did not understand a word of it save her name in the final line. Nevertheless I felt the draw of it, inexplicable and insistent. As if an unseen hand had reached into my chest and tried to pull me into the clearing by my heart. I resisted. I looked away and set one hand against a nearby tree to steady myself. Behind me I heard Marten murmuring, No no no, in a low voice as if he were trying to convince himself. No no no no no. Not for all the money in the world. I looked over my shoulder. The. .." Then, nothing.I leaned down as close to her ear as I could, and whispered, "I'm fucking your asshole!"She took a huge gasping breath at this, but made no reply. I began to pick up the pace, and said, "What am I doing?"She let out a long groan of pleasure. "You're...you're fucking..." and for the first time she seemed to take pleasure from what she was saying. "...my asshole!" And to my surprise she began to repeat it over and over—"You're fucking my asshole! You're fucking my asshole!"—in.