“Who says?”
“I say.”
“Is it that horrible?”
“What?”
“Whatever your parents did.”
She tried to deflect the question. “Where’d you get the idea they did something horrible?”
“I’ve asked you about them before. I’ve asked you about your childhood, too. You’ve always avoided those questions. You were very smooth, very clever about changing the subject. You thought I didn’t notice, but I did.”
He had the most penetrating stare she’d ever encountered. It was almost frightening.
She closed her eyes so that he couldn’t see into her.
“Tell me,” he said.
“They were alcoholics.”
“Both of them?”
“Yeah.”
“Bad?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Violent?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“It might be good for you.”
“No. Please, Tony. I’m happy. If you make me talk about them … then I won’t be happy any more. It’s been a beautiful evening so far. Don’t spoil it.”
“Sooner or later, I want to hear about it.”
“Okay,” she said. “But not tonight.”
He sighed. “All right. Let’s see…. Who’s your favorite television personality?”
“Kermit the Frog.”
“Who’s your favorite human television personality?”
“Kermit the Frog,” she said.
“I said human this time.”
“To me, he seems more human than anyone else on TV.”
“Good point. What about the scar?”
“Does Kermit have a scar?”
“I mean your scar.”
“Does it turn you off?” she asked, again trying to deflect the question.
“No,” he said. “It just makes you more beautiful.”
“Does it?”
“It does.”
“Mind if I check you out on my lie detector?”
“You have a lie detector here?”
“Oh, sure,” she said. She reached down and took his flaccid prick in her hand. “My lie detector works quite simply. There’s no chance of getting an inaccurate reading. We just take the main plug”–she squeezed his organ–“and we insert it in socket B.”
“Socket B?”
She slid down on the bed and took him into her mouth. In seconds, he swelled into pulsing, rigid readiness. In a few minutes, he was barely able to restrain himself.
She looked up and grinned. “You weren’t lying.”
“I’ll say it again. You’re a surprisingly bawdy wench.”
“You want my body again?”
“I want your body again.”
“What about my mind?”
“Isn’t that part of the package?”
She took the top this time, settled onto him, moved back and forth, side to side, up and down. She smiled at him as he reached for her jiggling breasts, and after that she was not aware of single movements or individual strokes; everything blurred into a continuous, fluid, superheated motion that had no beginning and no end.
At midnight, they went to the kitchen and prepared a very late dinner, a cold meal of cheese and leftover chicken and fruit and chilled white wine. They brought everything back to the bedroom and ate a little, fed each other a little, then lost interest in the food before they’d eaten much of anything.
They were like a couple of teenagers, obsessed with their bodies and blessed with apparently limitless stamina. As they rocked in rhythmic ecstasy, Hilary was acutely aware that this was not merely a series of sex acts in which they were engaged; this was an important ritual, a profound ceremony that was cleansing her of long-nurtured fears. She was entrusting herself to another human being in a way she would have thought impossible only a week ago, for she was putting her pride out of the way, prostrating herself, offering herself up to him, risking rejection and humiliation and degradation, with the fragile hope that he would not misuse her. And he did not. A lot of the things they did might have been degrading with the wrong partner, but with Tony each act was exhalting, uplifting, glorious. She was not yet able to tell him that she loved him, not with words, but she was saying the same thing when, in bed, she begged him to do whatever he wanted with her, leaving herself no protection, opening herself completely, until, finally, kneeling before him, she used her lips and tongue to draw one last ounce of sweetness from his loins.
Her hatred for Earl and Emma was as strong now as it had been when they were alive, for it was their influence that made her unable to express her feelings to Tony. She wondered what she would have to do to break the chains that they had put on her.