These really were Harlan’s words and Ben used them with the same emphasis. “What are you doing? You’re scaring me,” Freya found herself reciti...g the question she previously directed at Harlan. The scene had rapidly turned surreal as it strangely paralleled the sexually charged afternoon in the dim lit gym basement. In the low light of her own living room Freya could barely see Ben’s outline. It appeared very much like Harlan’s. “Not knowing makes it exciting, don’t you think? Suspense sharpens. But, we can't be sure without checking it out for ourselves. Again, we have no choice other than to trust that Dorothy is not misleading us."It's vacant," Dorothy says as if she's reading my mind. "Trust me. My friend won't be home for a while. If you let me out, I can get us into the house. That will be a better place to spend the day than this shitty barn."I look at Amy Sue, who nods her head affirmatively. God, this bitch is a trusting sole. But, my submissive character takes over and, once. We could have done it on school time with all the kit and support and stuff. And we’d blown it. And man, did we feel low. The next English class was worse. She’d printed off all the scripts – not just ours – for everyone, and had a discussion about them in the class. She didn’t say anything about what she thought. She just asked. And she didn’t, like, concentrate on our one. It was just that everyone kept coming back to it – not, like, directly, but… there were lots of sort of titters, and. He took off my gag, and asked me a question I didn’t expect. “Where is your personal address book? The one with addresses of friends?”“In the kitchen next to the phone.” I was wondering why he wouldask that, but I was clearly in no position to argue.“And what’s your computer password?”“It’s Seagull”. Why was he asking these questions?He laughed. “Using my name for a password. How nice.” He slippedthe gag back in, and inflated it, even tighter than I had. As he walked off,I hoped he wasn’t.