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satisfaction. Then, his eyes fixed on his face, he
removed his shorts and threw them into the corner. He
squeezed his testicles and penis.
From a closet in which hung garments that Barnum
never wore outside this room he pulled out and put on
gray military tunic, cavalry pants, and jackboots. He
brought a belt and a German officer's hat and a wood
chair back to the mirror. From a bureau drawer he took
a leather-wrapped hammer handle. He put it beside the
belt near the chair.
Barnum stared at himself in the mirror, patted down
his hair, adjusted the hat in an exact line with his
narrowed eyes. He smiled, then he frowned. "When I
tell you to do something, do it," he snarled through tight
lips. "Do you think it matters now? Do you think you
can stop me? Bring her in here." Expanding his chest, he
let out a slow breath and tossed the hat into a corner.
"Tie her hands behind her back. Do what I say. Hold
her." The man in the mirror unzipped the pants. They fell
down over the boots, and in the mirror his swelling
penis jerked. He rubbed it roughly as he spoke. "You
don't have any choice now, do you? Go on. Go on." He