Michael Malone - Weebly

ut he wriggled his hand inside her summer dress,
sliding it under her slip and bra. He pulled hard on her
nipple, watching her eyes as she grabbed at his arm.
"Look. You better not. Because you can get hurt really
bad. Now, you're going to have to take off all your
clothes for me. It doesn't have to be bad; you could
make it nice. Otherwise, you're going to make me hurt
you. Come on, you knew all along, isn't that true?
You've just been waiting, you could feel it, you knew
this was coming; it goes way back, you and I, isn't that
true? Say it!" He swung the gun.
"Please," she whispered.
The hand with the gun slammed against Judith's
cheek. Pain rose in her like the fright of a sudden fall,
but its cause seemed to be something happening far
away, or she was far away, safe somewhere, waiting
until this was over. She could see the arm shake and the
gun tremble, she heard the voice tell her again to take
off all her clothes or she would be hurt badly. She
understood the voice, she was aware that her hands
had begun to remove her clothes because her fingers
could feel buttons and hooks, but she was thinking that