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Allocation



   By Ed Rider



   Nelson was Mr.  Cool until he found out who stole his wife.

   What attracted women to him was finally what drove Gelsey away.  When
she had met him in college, she succumbed to his charms like the others. 
She knew there were many before her, and when he dumped her, she knew there
would be many after her.  It was because he was just so much more mature
than the other boys.  Nothing bothered him.  He laughed at the world, and
the girls who threw themselves at him loved the fact that he didn't take
anything seriously, unlike their other panting dates, who needed constant
stroking and attention.

   Gelsey liked him for that, too, and when they ran into each other a few
years after college, they sort of took up where they had left off.  He was
the top salesman for the software company where she headed the testing
department.  They dated and drifted into marriage.  Nelson's attitude was,
no problem.  He was cool with it.  He knew Gelsey was more passionate than
him about marriage and relationships, and that was fine with him, too. 
Everything would work out.  It always did.

   At first it seemed to, because they hardly ever had words.  She catered
to him, and that was fine with him.  And if there was something she really
wanted to do that he didn't, no problem.  It was cool with him to go along.

   In bed, she knew what he liked, and she did it for him, and he was
appreciative.  He never remembered what she liked, but when she reminded
him, there was no problem.  He was fine with it.

   On business trips, he sometimes had one-night stands, not because he was
looking for them, but women clients liked his nonchalance, and so did women
that he'd meet in hotels.  He never approached any of them, but when they
came on to him, it was fine.  He took it all in stride.  They had a good
time for a night, but they knew he was too cool for any further
involvement.

   Gelsey wouldn't have been happy to learn about these encounters, and he
knew better than to tell her, but if she had ever found out, he would have
explained to her that they were nothing to him.  They didn't even mean
enough to him for him to feel guilty about cheating.

   When Gelsey told him one day that she needed more emotional nourishment
than he was giving her and she had found someone else to provide what she
had been missing, he wasn't that upset.  No problem.  Everything would work
out.  What did it matter?

   She told him that since they didn't have kids, the divorce should be
easy.  Though state law said she was entitled to 50 per cent of everything,
she figured out that he brought in 60 per cent of the income, so she told
her lawyer to ask for an allocation of only 40 percent of what they had
together.  Her lawyer thought she was crazy, and his lawyer thought the
same thing but told him to shut up and not do anything to upset her until
the decree.

   They continued to live together until the divorce was final, with him
sleeping in the guest room.  The settlement day was three weeks away when a
friend needled him while they were eyeing girls at a bar.

   "How does it feel to lose your wife to another woman?" his friend said.

   "What are you talking about?" said Nelson.

   "You know, Linda," said his friend.

   "Linda who?" said Nelson.

   "I don't know her last name.  I mean the woman your wife is -- I'm
sorry. I thought you --."

   His friend stopped in mid-sentence as he looked at Nelson.  He had known
Nelson for years, and nothing had ever fazed him.  He had never seen him
get angry or upset, rarely even irritated.  But the man in front of him was
turning purple.  His eyes were steely, and his nostrils were flaring like
an angry bull's.  Nelson didn't say a word, but he put down his drink and
walked out quickly.

   Gelsey was watching television when he got home, but he took the remote
and turned it off and then stood there glaring at her.  She was astonished.
She had never seen his face like that in all the years she had known him.

   "What is it, Nelson?" she said.  "What's wrong?"

   He sputtered for a while before he could get any words out.  "Who's
Linda?" he snarled at her.

   She started when he said the name.  "You never asked me anything,
Nelson, so I thought you didn't want to know," she said.  "Besides I know
you are a bit homophobic about gay men, and I wasn't sure how you'd feel
about a gay woman.  Since I'm the one who's leaving you, I didn't want to
rub your face in it."

   "You're leaving me for a lesbian?" he said angrily.  "She doesn't even
have a prick.  You aren't a lesbian.  Lesbians don't ask me to satisfy them
the ways you ask me to."

   "You're being awfully crude about it, Nelson," Gelsey said.  "I don't
know what I am.  All I know is that I was satisfied with lukewarm for a
long time, but then somebody made me realize that I preferred hot.  It
happened to be Linda.

   "Our emotional connection is just as strong as our sexual connection. 
Unlike you and I, Linda and I even fight sometimes, and I love it when we
do, because then we make up, and it's even more exciting.  I feel like I
have real blood in my veins now, not ice.

   "But I'm not complaining about our years together, Nelson.  You are who
you are, and I knew what you were when we got married.  This is not about
me hating you or betraying you.  I'm sure you'll soon find another woman
who is more compatible."

   She looked at him and saw that he hadn't calmed down.  She felt sorry
for him.  When she and Linda had discussed her asking for a divorce, she
had assured Linda there would be no problem.  Nelson would take it in
stride just like he did everything else.  The last thing she expected was
for him to react this way.

   "It's disgusting," he finally said.  "You're not in your right mind. 
How can you let one of those ugly rug munchers touch you.  They make my
skin crawl.  I know I'm not perfect, but at least I'm a man.  You are
making a big mistake.  You're going to ruin your life."

   "Nelson, I'm going to forgive all the horrible things you're saying,
because I see you're drunk," said Gelsey, "and I know that you were brought
up to believe terrible things about gay people.  They are the same as you
or me.  The only difference is they don't love a different sex.

   "I'm sure there are gay men who are just as emotionally cold as you are
and lesbians, too.  But Linda is not one of those.  She's vibrant and full
of life.  When I'm with her, I feel like I'm in full color after years of
feeling shades of gray."

   "You are talking nonsense, Gelsey," he said.  "I'm not like a gay man,
and you are not like a lesbian.  They are not like us, and they should
stick to their own kind, and we should stick to ours."

   "That's enough, Nelson" said Gelsey.  "I'm not discussing this anymore.
In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you so worked up.  You
know, except for what you say, it's exciting to see you fly off the handle
like this instead of never bothering to show any feelings.  I wish I had
inspired that kind of emotion before.  But now it's too late.

   "I don't want to talk about this anymore.  I'm going upstairs, and I
suggest you call it a night, too.  You'll be embarrassed about this display
tomorrow morning when you are your normal collected self again."

   She went upstairs to their bedroom, but Nelson wasn't in any mood to go
to the guest room.  He went to the cabinet in the living room, selected a
bottle and brought it back to the kitchen.  He poured himself a glass, and
then a few more.  An hour later, he still wasn't feeling any better, but he
stood up anyway, although it was difficult.

   He turned toward the guest room, but then he looked at the stairs.  He
stared at them for minute while he held onto the kitchen table.  Then he
aimed himself at the stairs and staggered to them.  He held onto the
railing and sat down.

   It took him ten minutes to remove his socks and shoes and fifteen more
minutes until he was naked, with his clothes in a pile at his feet.  He
looked down and saw that he was aroused and his large penis was standing
straight out.  Alcohol isn't going to keep me from saving Gelsey, he
thought.

   He began climbing the stairs.  He'd put one foot on a stair, then bring
the other one up to the stair slowly while holding the rail tightly.  It
took him a long time to get to the top.  Once there, he turned off all the
lights.  When he opened the door to their bedroom, his eyes were accustomed
to the dark, and he could see Gelsey's form under the sheets in the
illumination coming from the nightlight in the bathroom.  He slowly
shuffled his feet across the floor, until he stood over her.

   She was lying on her back, and the sheet was at her waist.  She was
wearing one of her light night gowns, and Nelson knew she usually didn't
wear anything under it.  She was in a deep sleep.  Nelson wondered what she
was dreaming about.  Could it be her lesbian lover?  He had to wake her up
from that nightmare.

   He slowly pulled the sheet off of her and down the bed until she was
uncovered.  Her nightgown had ridden up her body, and her shapely legs and
thick public hair were exposed.  He drew in a breath.  She was beautiful.
He had never seen her like this before.  In the dim light, she was like a
work of art.  Why had he never noticed before?

   He carefully crawled onto the bed below her feet and turned to face her.
He gently lifted her legs at the knees and waited for her to stir, but she
was still sound asleep.

   He gently pushed her knees apart until she was spread before him.  How
exciting it was to see her like this!  She was arousing him like never
before.  He put his head between her legs and began licking her hair.  She
made a sound, and her legs spread wider.  Yes, he thought, this is what you
want, a man to give you pleasure.  He felt her juice begin to flow and her
lips opening.  He pushed his tongue between them and softly moved it around
inside her until he felt her clitoris, already aroused.  He began licking
it, and then he heard a loud moan.

   Then he heard a scream.  "Help!  Stop!  Who's there?  Help!  Help! 
Nelson!  Nelson!  Help me, please!" She tried to push his head away with
her hands as she continued to scream and call for him.

   Then he lifted his head and in slurred words said, "I'm here, Gelsey."

   That made her scream even louder.  "No, Nelson!  Get off of me!  I don't
want this.  Get away!"

   She struggled, but he was immovable.  She kicked her legs at him and hit
him several times in the back, but he didn't budge.  Then he moved onto her
and she got more frantic.

   "No, Nelson," she screamed.  "You can't do this.  You aren't my husband
anymore.  No, get off of me.  I don't want this.  No!  No!  You're not
making love, Nelson.  You're raping me.  Help!  Help!  Rape!  Rape!"

   She continued screaming until he put his mouth on hers.  It was
disgusting and stinking from booze, so she shut her mouth tightly and tried
to breathe through her nose.  He spoke again, and she had to strain to
understand him.

   "I'm not raping you, Gelsey," he said.  "You are all lubricated and
excited.  You want a man, a real man.  A rug muncher isn't going to be able
to do this for you." Then he entered her.

   She struggled and screamed as his body began moving in and out of her.
She scratched him with her fingernails and slapped his buttocks as hard as
she could, but that seemed to rouse him more and his thrusting became
faster.  Then she began slapping him hard on his face, over and over.  At
first, he didn't notice, but finally, he took her hands in his and held
them down as he continued.

   She began sobbing when he held her hands down.  She tried to hold her
breath and make her body rigid like a statue, but then she screamed again
as she realized she was beginning to respond to him.

   Her body was betraying her.  It was beginning to meet his and work with
him.  Even her breathing was synchronizing with his.  She sobbed in
frustration because she couldn't control her arousal.  "You bastard!" she
screamed out, and then she kept repeating the words.  They became part of
the rhythm of the two bodies working together."

   "You bastard, you bastard, you bastard," she screamed in time with his
thrusts and hers until she lost control and her voice could only make
little high noises over and over.  As she came for the fourth time, she
felt his hot sperm release inside her, and it set her off again on more
orgasms.  For a moment, she sighed in contentment, but then she came back
to reality.

   She began pushing at Nelson.  He was lying on top of her and didn't
resist.  She finally pushed him off her and jumped out of bed.  "You raped
me!  You raped me!" she screamed.  "I'm going to call the police.  You're
going to prison for this.  You're sick.  You're disgusting."

   After she cursed him and threatened him for a while, she calmed down and
looked at him.  He was smiling up at her.  She slapped him hard.  She saw
that it stung him, but he was still smiling.  "You enjoyed it," he said in
his slurred voice.

   And it was true.  It was the best sex she had had with him that she
could remember.  But she found that even more demeaning.  He thought that
giving her some orgasms would make her his again.  He was no better than an
animal staking out his possession.

   She slapped him again.  "You vicious animal," she said.  "You think that
if you make me come that means I love you.  That's not love.  Any dog and
bitch can do what we did.  You don't know what love is.  You're pathetic
and disgusting.  Get out of my bed.  I've got to change the sheets now and
get back to sleep.  But you're going to be sorry for this."

   He sat up and looked at her.  He hadn't expected this kind of reaction.
He was starting to sober up and realize that maybe his idea of how to save
her hadn't been such a good one.  "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings,
Gelsey," he said.  "I just wanted to help you realize you weren't one of
them.  Maybe I shouldn't have done it this way."

   "Shut up and get out!" she yelled and slammed the door behind him when
he walked out.



   The next night after work, he came straight home.  She was waiting for
him, and when he closed the door, she came up to him and slapped him hard
on the face.  He raised his hand to shield the blow as she prepared to slap
him again.  He walked to a chair in the living room and sat down.

   She sat on the couch and looked at him for a minute before she spoke. 
"I'm not going to report you," she said, "but if you ever come near me
again, you're going to wish you hadn't.  Linda said that I didn't have
enough proof to make charges stick, but I still might be able to damage you
just by filing a police report.  I thought about it, but I don't want it to
end like this.  She thinks I should put a lock on the bedroom door.  Do you
have anything to say?"

   "I'm sorry, Gelsey," he said.  "I guess I just can't understand what
you're doing.  And when you seemed to be having such a great time last
night, I just kept on going."

   "I guess you weren't listening when I explained that to you last night,"
she said.  "My body responded to you, but my mind was repulsed by what you
were doing.  Animals respond to urges, but for humans -- at least for most
women -- sex without love is repugnant.

   "But I love you, Gelsey, and last night I felt like you loved me, too.
Are you telling me that if any man did what I did to you last night you
would have gotten all moist and had all those orgasms?"

   "No, how can you say that?"

   "Then I don't understand what you're telling me.  Are you saying you
have no feelings left for me?  I can tell you honestly, I feel totally
different about you than I did even a week ago.  I've realized that I love
you and care for you much more than I let myself admit.  I also realize
that I've been a terrible husband and not worthy of someone like you.  And
now I know that I don't want to lose you."

   "You don't know what you're saying, Nelson.  You're not yourself right
now, because you are so upset about Linda.  Can't you see that?  What's
really happening is that your ego can't take losing me to a lesbian.

   "Yes, I have some feelings for you.  That's why I'm not calling the
police.  I realize you're in a terrible place mentally, but I'm warning you
that no matter what your motivation is, you better stay away from me from
now on."

   "I admit that when I first heard about Linda, the thought of you with a
woman made me sick, Gelsey," said Nelson.  "And I admit that what I did
last night was wrong.  But you can tell I'm speaking calmly now, and I'm
telling you Linda is no longer the issue.

   "There's only one thing on my mind now.  I don't want to lose you, and
I'm willing to do anything you ask me.  I'll go to counseling with you. 
I'll meet with you and Linda.  As hard as it is to say this, I won't even
stop you from seeing her, even though I'll probably have to drink or drug
myself to sleep when you do.  Just tell me what I can do to keep you from
leaving me." He began to cry.

   "Get off your knees, Nelson," she said.  He saw a tear in her eye. 
"This is not how I wanted it to be.  A month from now you'll be back to
normal.  I promise you.  I know you better than you know yourself.

   "But why am I comforting you?  You raped me.  I'm going out now, but I'm
warning you that you better not come near me.  We're almost through with
this, and I don't want any more problems.  Linda thought I should demand a
50-50 split in the allocation because of what you did, but I told her I
didn't want to do anything that would slow the process, so you're still
getting your 60-40.  No, don't say anything now.  I'm leaving.  Goodbye."

   When she came home, she saw him at the kitchen table staring at the
glass in his hand with a half-empty bottle of whiskey next to him.  He
looked at her and saw her anger and dropped his head.  She rushed up the
stairs without saying a word.

   When he came home the next day, she was waiting for him again.  "I feel
sorry for you, Nelson," she said, "but I can't take any chances.  When I
told Linda what you were doing when I came home yesterday, she wanted me to
move in with her right away, but my lawyer said that would not be a good
idea in case you changed your mind at the last minute.  If I left the
house, you would possess it, and that could cause complications.  I told my
lawyer, you would never do anything like that, but he said that's what
everybody says until it happens.

   "So you'll notice a couple of changes were made here today.  First of
all, there's a heavy lock on the bedroom door.  Last night, I couldn't
sleep because I was so scared.  But you're not getting into that room
again.

   "Also, you might notice some big new lamps in all the downstairs rooms.
They're going to all be on until I go upstairs and lock the bedroom door
behind me.  I don't want any more ugly surprises from you.  Linda has also
done a couple of other things to protect me that I'm not telling you about.
I hope you understand."

   He spoke softly to her.  "I was going to tell you something yesterday,
Gelsey," he said, "but you wouldn't let me talk.  If you stop the divorce,
I'm prepared to sign over all our assets to your name just to show you how
serious I am about wanting to work this out."

   "What?  You're insane, Nelson," she said.  "You need to be careful.  It
would be easy for a woman to agree to that and then the next day file for
divorce anyway."

   "I know that.  But I know you'd never do it.  I'll take my chances.  The
money's not going to mean much to me when you're gone."

   "Nelson, you need therapy for your homophobia.  All this is about Linda.
Your mind isn't working right.  That's why I'm scared of you.  This isn't
the Nelson I know."

   "That's what I'm trying to show you, Gelsey.  I'm not the same as I was
last week.  I'm not giving up on you.  You won't admit it, but the other
night, you were responding to me with your mind as well as your body.  For
a while, I made you forget that damn Linda.  I've got to find a way to do
that again."

   "Don't even think in that direction, Nelson," she said.  "I'm warning
you that you will be sorry if you so much as lay a finger on me.  You need
to give up your crazy scheming."

   "I'll never give up, Gelsey, never," he said.

   "Then after our divorce, I'll get a restraining order," she said.  "If
you get anywhere near me, you'll be spending time in prison.  Don't think I
wouldn't do it.  I'm leaving now.  Goodbye."

   When she came home, she saw him sitting in the kitchen again and rushed
up the stairs and locked the bedroom door behind her.



   Two nights later, Nelson was getting desperate.  He hadn't been able to
concentrate at work and left early.  He went home but then couldn't bear to
be there alone, so he walked to a bar two blocks away.  After a couple of
hours, he could barely walk and drank a couple of black coffees before
staggering home.

   He felt alert from the coffee, but dark thoughts were swirling around
his mind from the booze.  He sat down in the living room and tried to
think. Then the key to the front door turned, and he stood up.  Gelsey
stepped through the door and looked at him.  He was shifting from foot to
foot nervously.  Then she smelled the booze and rushed to the stairway.  He
moved quickly and barred her way.  Then he put his arms around her and
tried to kiss her.

   She pushed his face with her hands, and yelled at him.  "Get your hands
off me, right now, Nelson, before you regret this," she said.

   "I can't," he said.  "There's only one way I've been able to reach you,
Gelsey, and I have to try again.  Please don't fight me.  If you still hate
me afterward, I promise I'll leave and never see you again."

   "So you're going to rape me again," she said.  She was speaking loudly
and slowly.  "Is that what you're going to do, Nelson?  Linda warned me you
might try this.  You know you're much stronger than me.  I can't prevent
you from using brute force to rip into me and injure my private parts with
the force of your body.

   "I found out online that the police want the woman to go along with the
rapist as much as she can to prevent injury and to keep from provoking the
attacker so he won't kill her afterwards.  Are you going to murder me
because I love Linda, Nelson?"

   "What are you talking about, Gelsey?" he said as he tried to get close
enough to kiss her.  Her hands pushing at his face prevented him.  "This is
you and me, not Linda.  Forget about goddamn Linda.  I hate that bitch."

   "So she's the one you want to kill, Nelson," she said, "but you can't do
that, so you're going to rape and kill me instead.  But I'm begging you,
Nelson.  Please don't kill me.  If you promise not to murder me, I won't
resist."

   "Gelsey, you are acting crazy," he said.  "Stop talking like that.  I'm
not going to murder you.  I love you."

   "Yes, you love me, you sick, vicious dog, and that's why you're ripping
my blouse off," she said.  She had stopped pushing his face and had put her
hands over his and brought both hands to her chest.  He heard the material
ripping and her screaming.  He didn't understand.  He didn't want to rip
her blouse.  Why did he do that?

   "You know the bedroom has a lock, so that's why you attacked me here in
the living room, you animal," she said, "and you turned all the lights on
so you could see how scared and repulsed I am.  No, don't throw me down on
the couch.  I'm not your toy.  I'm a human being.  Don't you have an ounce
of decency?"

   She had fallen backward onto the couch and he had landed on top of her.
She kept on talking as his right hand found its way between her legs with
her hand still over it.  It looked like her hand was trying to pull his
away, but for some reason, his hand felt like it was being guided, not
resisted.

   She screamed and squirmed as her panties were pulled roughly down her
legs, still with her hand on his.  Nelson was in a daze.  What was he
doing? And how did his pants come off.  He didn't even remember unbuckling
his belt.  He heard her crying, and he saw her there with her skirt bunched
up around her waist and her beautiful pubic hair exposed.  He wanted to
bend down and put his tongue on there, but for some reason, he found
himself entering her instead.

   She was overflowing with moisture, and the entrance was easy, but he
heard her screaming.  "You brute," she cried.  "I'm as dry as a desert and
you forced your way into me.  You're bruising me.  Oh, oh.  That hurts so
badly.  She thrashed around under him and screamed and moaned as he moved
in and out of her.  He felt as if she were responding and moving with him,
but her crying and yelling told him she wasn't enjoying this.

   His shirttails were covering his bare rear, and now he felt her hands
move under the shirtails and grab his rear cheeks.  He knew she was going
to pinch them or scratch them to make him stop, but instead they pulled him
hard against her and then released him when he rose up, then pulled hard
again.  He was slamming into her hard, and he was ashamed of what he was
doing, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.  Her screaming suddenly
stopped and he counted one, two, three, four, five orgasms.

   She breathed slowly for a few seconds, and he saw a strange expression
on her face.  Then her face froze in horror and her hands moved to his
chest and she pushed him up and screamed louder.  "No!  No!  Not that!  No,
Nelson, even you aren't such a sadist that you would stick your huge thing
into my anus without lubrication.  You're going to rip me open and make me
bleed.  Please don't!  Please!  Please!  Oh no!  Oh no!"

   As she was repeating these words and others, Nelson felt her move under
him.  Her legs were raised in the air and moving back, with her thighs
pressed into her stomach and her feet behind her ears.  Now he felt her
hands move between them and pull his penis out of her vagina and maneuver
it somewhere else where it was stuck and couldn't move.  Then her hands
went back to his cheeks and she pulled him hard against her.  His penis and
slid into her anus.

   This was the first time he had ever been there, and he was surprised at
how easily he was entering.  He had never asked her for this, because he
thought she wouldn't care for it.  Enough women had offered it to him that
it wasn't a big thing for him.  When her hands around his cheeks had pulled
him all the way in, she grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms toward her
as she raised her legs to his shoulders and his body pushed them back over
her head.  Her anus was now in the air, and he was totally buried in it.

   He felt her begin rocking, which moved her rear up and down.  He was not
moving, but his penis was still going in and out of her as her rear moved
away from him and back.  She was shrieking and crying as she moved.  "You
brute, you disgusting brute," she screamed.

   Then with heavy gasps and much pushing, she managed to push him out of
her, and she rolled toward him, which sent his body off the couch onto the
floor.  "You ripped me open, you bastard!" she screamed as she jumped up
from the couch.  He lay there on the floor, but she didn't try to get away.
Instead she fell on him and began yelling again.

   "Let go of me, you bastard," she said.  "You what!  No!  No!  Not that.
I'm not going to put that thing in my mouth.  It just came from my anus. 
It could be covered with --- no, please, Nelson!  That's too degrading and
humiliating.  I know you hate Linda, but please don't make me do that.  I
would die of shame.  Please, Nelson."

   As she spoke, she was bending over him and pulling him up until he was
seated on the couch.  Then she pulled his legs apart and took his hands and
placed them on her head and placed hers over his.  Her hands on his moved
her head to his penis, which had begun to wilt, and then he felt her
wonderful mouth on it, sucking like a vacuum cleaner.

   She had told him she learned to do this because she wanted to see if it
made him more excited.  It always worked to make him hard and get him off
quickly.  Now she sucked hard, and in less than a minute, he was coming in
her mouth.  She sucked every drop out, and then spit it out.  It went all
around her mouth and dripped off her chin.  Then her hands were back in his
face, pushing him away.

   She turned her head away from him and screamed, "Look at me, Nelson. 
I'm gagging from the come you forced down my throat.  Look at my face
covered with your semen.  Does this give you sadistic pleasure?  You've
made me into your receptacle after using your strength to overpower me and
hurt me.  Are you going to cut me up now or will you shoot me?  I hope you
rot in hell."

   Nelson was feeling more sober now, and his mind was less clouded.  He
realized that something was going on, but he didn't know what it was.  He
saw Gelsey get up from the floor and walk over to her purse and open it. 
She took a little bottle out and unscrewed a dropper from the top of it. 
She squeezed the end to fill it up and then lay down on the floor near
where he was and pushed the dropper into her anus and squeezed.  He saw how
shiny her anus and the area around it was.  That's why the entry had been
so smooth.  She was full of lubricant.  She hadn't been dry at all.

   After she squeezed the liquid from the dropper into her anus, Gelsey
spread her legs apart and turned to face away from the couch.  She spread
her legs wider and held them that way for 15 seconds and then jumped up,
grabbed her clothes and ran upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door
behind her.

   Nelson sat on the coach for a long time thinking, but even when he was
stone cold sober, he didn't understand what had just happened.



   He found out three nights later when he was in the kitchen with a bottle
again and Gelsey came home with a statuesque woman about 10 years younger
than they were.  He watched Gelsey and the woman go to the living room, and
he got up and went there, too.  The woman sat down on the couch while
Gelsey went to the DVD player and squatted down in front of it.  She got up
and sat down next to the woman.

   "Please come in here, Nelson," she said.  He was standing like a statue
at the entrance to the living room.  He walked into the room and stood
staring at them.

   "Please sit down on that chair, Nelson," said Gelsey.  "This is Linda."
He took a close look at Linda.  She was gorgeous, from her face to her
generous curves, including a pair of breasts and a rear that would make any
man look twice.  She had on a poker face.

   "Nelson," said Gelsey.  "I'll make this as brief as possible, because we
may have some work to do tonight, and I want to finish up and get out of
here and never see you again.  The reason I moved out the day after you
raped me for the second time even though my lawyer told me not to is the
DVD in the machine that I'm going to show you now."

   "I never raped you," said Nelson.  "You know that."

   "Just be quiet for a few minutes, Nelson," Gelsey said, "until you see
the video." She pressed the remote, and the three of them watched the
20-minute video.

   "That's not the way it happened at all," said Nelson.

   "I'm not here to argue," said Gelsey.  "After you raped me the first
time, Linda was afraid you would try it again.  So she came over and set up
all the lighting in the living room and four hidden cameras focused on the
couch from every angle.  She rehearsed me on exactly what to do if you
began laying a hand on me again.  I told her you wouldn't, but she made me
practice over and over anyway in case you did.

   "Linda told me a video is a video.  It's not reality, and it's not
truth. People write scripts for their lives all the time and then play them
for other people or for the camera.  She wrote the script for the video,
and once you touched me that night, you and I became the actors.  Nothing
else matters.

   "Well, there is something else that matters.  What matters is what the
police will think when they see that video.  The video can't be introduced
in evidence, but the way Linda edited it, the police should be interested
enough that you will be destroyed long before I drop charges.  And when
people hear about the blood coming out of my anus, you will be finished. 
Don't get all upset, Nelson.  It was just food coloring.

   "Linda thinks the video is worth an 80-20 per cent allocation of our
assets, but I told her that the money doesn't mean anything to either you
or me.  I also told her that even though I agree with her that you deserved
what we did to you, the video frightens me.  I know it will prevent you
from bothering us, but I'm worried.  There's always a chance that it will
get out and hurt you.  You raped me -- yes, you did, Nelson, that time I
was asleep.  But because of the circumstances, I don't think that justifies
me destroying you.

   "I argued a long time with Linda about this, and finally she came up
with a Plan B.  So I'm going to give that video to you tonight in exchange
for another video."

   "I don't understand," Nelson said quietly.  He was starting to get
angry, but he saw that he was at her mercy, so he restrained himself.

   "Linda's going to make another video that will be just as useful to me
as this one, except without any chance of you going to prison."

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "Demean is the right word," she said.  "In the new video, you will be
degraded and demeaned like I was when you raped me.  The video will be so
humiliating that just knowing we have it will keep you away.  No one will
ever see it but us, unless you do something stupid.  And if by accident it
should get out, at least it won't destroy your life and maybe put you
behind bars or on a sex offender list."

   "What do you want me to do?" he said.

   "Linda's going to shoot the video right here," she said.  "The lighting
and some of the cameras are still set up.  Linda's been teaching me how to
operate a camera, so I will be doing the close-ups."

   "You still haven't told me what I have to do?" he said.

   "Exactly what we say," said Gelsey.  "All I will tell you is that you're
going to hate every second.  Based on what I know about you, you will be
doing things that will turn your stomach and make you sick.  You can have
some time to think it over if you want, but Linda made me promise her that
if you tried to talk me out of this or didn't make a decision in half an
hour, we would leave and just keep the video we showed you.

   "What would you like me to say, Gelsey?" he said.

   "I'm not going to make your decision for you, Nelson," she said.  "But
like I said, the video you saw frightens me, and I would like to destroy
it. So I guess I'm hoping you decide to degrade yourself."

   Nelson didn't take long to decide.  Gelsey and Linda went into the
kitchen, and he saw them in animated discussion.  Gelsey didn't look happy.
He decided to go along with the new video, because he knew her.  Whatever
she was going to do to humiliate him couldn't be that bad, because she
didn't have a mean bone in her body.

   He walked to the kitchen door, and said, "I'm ready to do what you want,
Gelsey."

   Gelsey turned to him, and he didn't like the look on her face.  "No,
Nelson," she said.  "We're not ready for your decision yet.  Linda and I
are talking about this.  I'm rethinking this whole thing."

   "Gelsey, I'm sorry, but I've got to put my foot down," said Linda, and
Nelson heard her voice for the first time.  Despite her words, her voice
was light and musical.  He felt himself feeling good about Linda, and he
wondered if the voice had worked on Gelsey the same way.

   "You promised me that you would respect Nelson's decision," said Linda's
voice.  "You can't have it both ways.  We talked about all of this
already."

   "Please, Linda," said Gelsey.  "I know I agreed, but now I'm afraid of
what this might do to Nelson.  I couldn't live with myself..."

   "It's all right, Gelsey," said Nelson.  "I'm sure I'll be mortified, but
you know me.  I'll deal with it."

   "Shut up, Nelson," said Gelsey.  "You don't have any idea --"

   "That's enough," said Linda's angelic voice.  "Listen to me, Nelson. 
I'm telling you right now, this will probably be the most horrible thing
that will ever happen to you in your life.  You are going to be traumatized
more than you can imagine, and you're going to hate Gelsey as well as me
when it's over.  I'm not exaggerating.  I'm telling the truth.  Do you
still want to go along with it?"

   Nelson looked at Gelsey.  She was looking at him and crying, but she
didn't say anything.

   "Yes," Nelson said to her.

   "I'm going to give you one more chance to change your mind," said Linda.
"Because if you say yes again, it's final, and after that, you won't be
able to back out, no matter what you say.  You can yell at the top of your
lungs, but it will be too late.  Do you still want to do it?"

   "Yes," said Nelson, and he heard Gelsey sob loudly.

   "Pull yourself together, Gelsey," said Linda, "and tell him what to do.
It's on the sheet in your hand."

   Gelsey looked down at it and up at Nelson.  For a minute, she didn't
open her mouth, just cried silently.  Then she sniffed a few times and took
a deep breath.

   "Nelson, please take off all your clothes while I read this," she said.
"Linda has written a script for this video, and she will be directing it
while I do the close-up video.  She will tell you what to do and what to
say.  Please follow her instructions, so we can finish quickly and be on
our way.  When we leave, we will give you the disk with all of the rape
videos to destroy, and we promise to destroy all the rape files on our
computer."

   She read the words mechanically, with an occasional sob.  When she
mentioned that Linda had written the script, a chill went down Nelson's
spine.  He knew Linda had written Gelsey's script for the rape video, so
she had a dark imagination.  What was she planning for him?

   Gelsey looked at him and back at the paper in her hand.  "I see that you
are naked now, Nelson.  I am going to the front door now to get Roberto. 
Then Linda is going to take over."

   She opened the door, and a smallish man walked into the living room.  He
was about Gelsey's height, which meant he came up to Nelson's chest.  He
stood next to Nelson and began taking off his clothes as Linda began
speaking in her melodic voice.

   "Nelson," she said, "as you can see, Roberto's smaller than you, but
he's massive for his size and much stronger than most men who tower over
him.  He does a lot of wrestling and martial arts, and he also has a career
as a gay porn star.  You can see why now.  Despite his size, his equipment
is even bigger than yours, and yours is pretty big.

   "I want this video to be instructive to you, because you are so ignorant
when it comes to gays.  Just like straights, we come in all flavors and
personalities.  Roberto is going to introduce you to gay sex.  He is the
aggressor who will play the role similar to a straight male, and you will
be the woman.

   "That's OK, Nelson.  You can move away from him.  The first part of the
video is improvisation.  You can do whatever you want for 15 minutes.  We
think, you will probably try to escape from Roberto, and I promised Gelsey
in the kitchen that if you can, we would shut down the video and leave.

   "But if Roberto catches you, he's going to do to you what you did to
Gelsey.  You will become the unwilling receptacle for his huge penis.  I
won't say anything more until that happens.  Then I will tell you about
Part 2."

   Nelson tried to dodge Roberto, but the powerful athlete took only a few
minutes to tackle him and pull him down on the rug.  Nelson fell on his
back, and Roberto jumped on top of him.  As he felt Roberto's genitals
touch his, Nelson screamed in terror.  He heard a sob from Gelsey, who was
hidden behind the camera aimed at his face.  Linda was kneeling by his legs
aiming her camera at the touching genitals.

   Roberto slid down Nelson's body and got on his knees between Nelson's
legs.  Nelson felt his legs being lifted up and onto Roberto's shoulders.
Roberto crawled closer to Nelson with his knees, and Nelson's legs were
pushed higher.  Then Roberto leaned forward, pushing Nelson's thighs into
his chest.  When he looked up, he saw Linda's camera above his feet, which
were behind his ears.  He felt his rear come off the bed into the air.

   Then he screamed again and began to wildly move his body, because he
felt something pushing against his anus.  He couldn't shake the thing
loose. It felt greasy as it slid around his buttocks before it was placed
at his anus again.  There was a sudden thrust, followed by incredible pain
as Roberto's penis entered him and pushed in an inch or two.

   The cute voice of the monster was saying something, but the pain was so
intense that Nelson couldn't understand.  She slapped him lightly on the
cheek.  "Listen, Nelson," she said.  "Roberto is going to pull out in a
second.  See this big gravy baster.  It's full of lubricant.  I'm going to
squirt a little into you and then slide the baster all the way in and empty
a pint of lube into you.  Gelsey and I don't want Roberto to rip any
tissues.  OK, get ready."

   He felt Roberto pull out, and the pain stopped.  Then he felt the tube
go in and his insides flooding.  Then the tube was withdrawn, and Roberto
was back.  He entered much more easily this time and began pushing softly.
His huge tool glided into Nelson smoothly, but as it stretched him, it
caused him to scream out several times from the pain.  Again, he heard
sobbing from Gelsey.  Why won't she stop this?  he thought for a second,
but then he couldn't think.  His mind and his whole body were in tremendous
pain as Roberto hit bottom and slowly pulled out, then began pushing back
in.

   Each time he pushed in, Roberto picked up the pace until he was pounding
Nelson into the couch.  The cushions of the couch gave and then pushed
Nelson back at Roberto, and when the two bodies collided, Nelson was pushed
back at the couch even harder.  He was bouncing between the couch and
Roberto like a rubber ball, faster and faster.

   His head was moving in every direction, totally out of control, and his
eyes were darting around as if he was looking for relief somewhere,
anywhere.  He was hoarse from screaming, so the only sounds he made were
gasps when the bodies bumped and the pain was strongest.  He felt like he
was hyperventilating and would lose consciousness any second when that
angelic voice said, "OK, stop boys."

   Roberto lay on top of Nelson, buried inside him.  While they were
resting, Nelson saw Linda step up near his face with a clipboard.  "That
was Part 1," said Linda.  "Part 2 has dialogue.  I want you boys to listen
closely, because I will tell you what to do and give you your lines.  You
need to play your parts well, or we'll keep doing the lines and actions
over until you get them right.  Understand?

   "I want the two of you to roll over, so that Nelson is on top and
Roberto under him.  Roberto, you need to stay buried as deeply as you can
in Nelson.  A little of you is going to come out in this position, but I
don't want it to be much.

   "Good, that's the position I want.  OK, now here's what's happening. 
Nelson, you and Roberto are gay lovers.  You like to play games and that's
what you've been doing so far, just a lovers' game.  Nelson is the
coquettish girl and Roberto is the he-man.  Got it.  OK, now Nelson, I want
you to look down at Roberto and give him a great big loving smile.  I'm
waiting.

   "OK, Roberto, the distraction, please."

   Roberto gave two massive thrusts into Nelson, causing Nelson to scream.

   "Ooooo, stop that, Roberto," she said.  "You're distracting me.  That's
what you say every time Roberto does that.  Say it now, Nelson.  I'm
waiting.  OK, Roberto."

   Roberto thrust in and out of Nelson twice again.  Through her sobs,
Nelson heard Gelsey.  "Please do what she says, Nelson," she said.

   "That's right, Nelson, because until you start responding, Roberto will
have to keep reminding you.  Gelsey wants to finish the video and get out
of here without hurting you too much.  So please cooperate.  Now repeat
after me.  Oooo, stop that, Roberto.  You're distracting me."

   Nelson said the words.

   "Good, Nelson, that's a start.  Now say them with feeling.  You're
trying to concentrate on making love to Roberto, but he's getting you all
excited by what he's doing, so you're scolding him.  But it's a playful
scolding, because both of you know that you love how he's distracting you.
OK, try it again.  That was better.  Try it again.  There that was close. I
liked that higher pitch.  I think we've found your voice.  Just listen to
me and try to say everything in my voice.  Once again.  There, you nailed
it.

   "OK, now that big loving smile.  That's it.  Great.  Now lean down and
give Roberto a big kiss on the mouth.  As you get close to his mouth, I
want you to stick your tongue way out, so it goes into his mouth first.  I
don't want your lips to push tightly together, because I want to see your
tongue exploring every inch of Roberto's mouth.  Gelsey tells me you're a
great French kisser, so just do what comes naturally.  OK, relax.  Take
some deep breaths until you stop gagging.  You're doing great.  I thought
it would take a lot longer for you to get into the swing of things, but I
think you're going to be a great gay lover.

   "OK, we're ready.  Now bend over slowly.  Out comes the tongue, into the
mouth.  Now work it.  Don't stop.  I think we can get this part in one
take, and you won't have to do it again.  Look at your tongue go!  Wow! 
OK, now slow down and now up comes your head.  That was great.  I think you
can do better, but it's good enough.

   "Now you are smiling at Roberto again and you say, 'You horrible brute.
You caught me and raped me.  I hate you, and I'm going to punish you now as
hard as I can.' But remember to say it in my voice.  You are playing a game
with Roberto.  He knows you're feeling full and satisfied and you're not
angry at all.

   "Ready.  OK, say the words.  Try it again, without the sob at the end.
Again.  No, Nelson, it has to be light and teasing.  Again.  Don't stop
now, Nelson.  You're so close.  Roberto!  Give him a reminder, please."

   "What do you say, Nelson?  Remember, Oooo, stop that, Roberto.  You're
distracting me.  Say it.  No, the way you did it before.  Again.  That's
it."

   "OK, do I need to repeat your lines again?  No?  OK.  That's it.  That
was good.  One more time.  Perfect.  Now comes some action.  I want you to
ride Roberto.  Lean back a little and put your feet on either side of his
body until you're squatting over him.  Now ride him, just like Gelsey used
to ride you.  Slowly at first, but keep going faster until I tell you to
stop.  There, that's it.  Ok, now slam down harder.  Get some emotion into
it.  I like that soft little noise you make when your ass hits his thighs
and the sound of the lube squirting out of you.  Good.  Now stop.

   "Here are some more lines.  Do you love me, Roberto, or do you only love
my ass?  Is it a pretty ass?  Would you like to see it?  OK, say them. 
That was great.  We can keep that.  First time.  You're getting it.  OK,
now without Roberto coming out, I want you to carefully turn around so you
are sitting facing his feet.  As soon as you do, I want you to lean forward
and squat again and start pounding him like before.  You don't need to warm
up this time.  Go fast and hard right from the start and look straight
ahead, right into Gelsey's camera.  That's it.  Yes, scream, let it all
out, you are loving this, because it's getting your lover so worked up.

   "Do you hear him?  Roberto's about to come.  Don't stop.  Keep pounding
while he shoots into your ass.  There, he's done.  Now stop and sit on him
and listen to him gasping.  Now smile.  Now slowly turn around like before
and look at him again.  Now lean down and give him another deep French
kiss. That's it.  You're doing great, Nelson.  You've definitely got it.

   "OK.  let's take a break for a few minutes.  I can see you're sucking
air, Nelson.  I know you're exhausted and in a lot of pain, but there isn't
much more to do, so let's get it done.  For the last few lines, you can use
your exhaustion.  Make the lines dreamy, as if you are so overwhelmed with
pleasure that you are in heaven.

   "Now lift up your head and say this: You're a bad boy, Roberto.  You
came before I had a chance.  Your big pole is tired and slipping out, but
that won't do.  I need it to be hard again and back where it belongs so I
can get off.  You know what that means." OK, say it, Nelson.  That was
good, but do it one more time.  Remember, you're not serious.  It's all
lovers' play.  There, that was more like it.

   "OK, Roberto.  I want you to say this.  'But Nelson, let me clean it
first.  It's covered with my come and stuff from inside your ass.  You
don't want to put it in your mouth like that.' Ready.  Good.  That was
perfect.  OK, now Nelson, your turn.  Here's what you say: 'I love your
yummy come, and I don't care what you say.  I've got to have that beautiful
thing in my mouth right now.'

   "OK, I'm going to wait a couple of minutes, Nelson.  I know that's the
hardest line you'll have to say all day, but you can do it.  It will be all
downhill from there.  OK, let's do it.  No gagging now.  OK, those were the
words.  Now do them with my voice that you are imitating so nicely.  You're
dreamy, you're playful, you're teasing Roberto.  You can't wait until you
get his thing in your mouth.  Ok, go.

   "That was almost it.  Toward the end, there was still some gagging.  One
more time.  OK, that was better.  I'm not completely satisfied, but Linda
thinks it's good enough, so we'll keep it.  Now you know what to do.  Get
off Roberto and kneel between his legs and suck hard while you go up and
down on him with your mouth.  Don't touch his penis with your hands, but
grab his balls and start playing with them.  That will help get him aroused
sooner.  As soon as he's hard, we're almost done.  Nelson, come on.  I
don't want to waste time by having Roberto do his distraction thing in your
ass again.

   "OK.  Slowly is fine.  Work your way up to it.  Come on.  Open your
mouth wide.  Move it down.  That's it, take him in.  Now start sucking.  I
want to see those cheeks going in.  There.  Now head moving up and down,
hands playing with balls.  That's it.  Faster.  Good.  He's starting to
respond.  Just a little longer.  There.  You can stop now.

   "Gelsey, bring that plastic container over here.  There, Nelson, go
ahead, spit as much as you want.  I'm sure the taste in your mouth is
horrible.  In a few minutes, you'll be able to wash your mouth out, but
first you need to come.  OK, take the container away, Gelsey, and grab the
camera again.

   "Nelson, lift your head up and say this to Roberto.  Now you better not
come again before I do, or I might have to spank you.  OK, go.  Perfect. 
Now squat down slowly over him.  No, face his feet.  This time you get to
put his huge thing inside you yourself.  Grab it with both hands if you
need to and slowly lower yourself onto it.  Stop if you have to.  Gravity
will help you.  Good it's halfway in.  Lower yourself as slowly as you
want. There, it's all in.  This time, instead of leaning forward, you're
going to lean back, and Roberto will grab you behind the legs like that. 
See how he can roll you on and off of him.  Now he's going to gape you by
pulling you back fast so his tool rips out of you.  I know that hurts, but
it looks great on the video because it opens up this huge black hole in
you. Now he's rolling that hole right over his pole again.  Let's do that
again.  OK, that's enough.  You're screaming too much, and we need you to
have some energy for the final part.

   "I want you to grab your thing, Nelson, and start pumping it.  It's
covered with lube that has leaked out of you, so it's nice and slippery. 
While Roberto is rolling in and out of your asshole, you are going to work
on yourself until you both finish together.  OK, go for it.  Remember, you
and Roberto are lovers, so you're making love together, him with his tool,
you with your hand.  What could be more natural?

   "I can see that your insides are getting ripped up even with all the
lube, because you are grimacing more and squirming in pain.  We can't
finish until you come.  Try to forget the pain in your ass and focus on
your penis.  You can do it, Nelson.  Good, that's the way.  Work it.  It
shouldn't take long.

   "Listen to me, Nelson.  You need to focus.  I know you can make it
happen.  What are you doing Gelsey?  Get out of there."

   Gelsey had put down her camera and rushed to Nelson.  He heard her
sobbing, and then he felt her hands on him trying to wipe away the greasy
stuff covering his penis.  Then all was quiet except a small sound as she
sucked him into her mouth.  He felt her tongue playing with him inside her
mouth as she sucked and moved her lips up and down his shaft.  The pain in
his rear didn't stop, but he felt himself responding to her.  The urgency
was beginning.  He almost laughed in relief.  He was going to come, and
this nightmare would be over.

   "No!," he said, as she lifted her head and took her mouth away.

   "Shhhh," she said.  "Use your hands now.  I got you almost there so you
can do it fast.  Hurry up, please, Nelson."

   He nodded as she took the camera from Linda and began pumping himself as
hard as he could, hoping he could stay aroused.  Yes, he was still hard,
and he could feel the beginning of a little urgency.  He noticed that
Roberto was rolling him on and off his stick at the same tempo as he was
whacking off, and the faster he went, the faster Roberto went, the more
damage Roberto was doing to his insides and the more pain was washing over
him.

   But he knew he couldn't stop now.  He was too tired to do more than
grunt as the stabs of pain kicked in, and the grunts came faster as he
speeded up.  He was getting close.  "That's it," said Linda.  "Pull that
thing back toward you and aim it up in the air.  Now when you are about to
come, shout out, "I'm coming." I know you never do that.  Gelsey told me.
But just this once you need to say it.  Are you getting his face, Gelsey?
Look at that mixture of pleasure and pain.  It's amazing.

   "OK, pull back a little, Gelsey.  He's just about there.  That's it.  We
can hear you, Nelson.  You are Nelson the magnificent.  Look at that
geyser. It's shooting up in the air over your upper body and falling on you
from your hair down to your navel, covering you with beautiful white drops
of paint.  And Roberto's coming at the same time.  He's really a pro.  I
can see he had plenty left, because his come is squeezing out of your ass
as he's pounding into you.  It's an amazing finish.

   "Thank you, boys.  What a celebration of your love this video will be.
Roberto, wait until you're soft.  Gelsey, aim down there.  When Roberto
falls out of Nelson's asshole, a ton of come is going to come flowing out
with him.  There, look at that.  This couch is going to need a good
shampoo. Yes, Roberto, push Nelson gently over you so you can get free. 
Let him lie there on the couch and rest.  Come over here."

   Nelson saw Roberto get dressed and join the two women at the far end of
the room.  Then he left.  He saw Linda embrace Gelsey and talk to her. 
Gelsey was shaking.  He tried to hear what Linda was saying, but he felt so
tired he couldn't be sure of what he heard, except "I promise you, he'll be
all right."

   Gelsey went to the door and stood there while Linda came back to him. 
He tried to lift his head, but he couldn't.  "We're done, Nelson," she
said. "I'm putting the DVD with the rape video on the coffee table here so
you can destroy it.  Gelsey said that the first thing she will do when we
go home is delete all the rape files from my computer, and use a program
that overwrites them so they can never be restored.  I'll mail you a copy
of the edited video from today.  I think you did the right thing for
Gelsey. Thanks for cooperating.  Goodbye."

   The last thing Nelson thought as he fell into an exhausted sleep was how
beautiful Linda's voice was, how innocent, how seductive.  And how the
sound of it chilled him all the way down to his bones.



   The doorbell rang just after he got home from work about three weeks
later, and when he opened it, he was surprised to see Linda there holding a
camera in front of her.  His first reaction was to slam the door in her
face, but he held himself back and tried to sound cordial as he said, "What
are you doing here?"

   "Do you mind if I come in," she said in a friendly voice as she smiled
at him.  Then she pushed past him.

   "Wait a minute," he said as he turned to her.  She was aiming a camera
at him with one hand and holding something out with the other hand.

   "I have something here for you, Nelson," she said.  "It's your copy of
the finished video.  It came out much better than I could ever have
imagined.  You'll see.  And it's all because of you.  I know you and
Roberto are separated now, but the beautiful love you once had will be
preserved forever, and you can reminisce whenever you want."

   "Shut up, you little bitch," he yelled.  "I should take that camera and
break it over your head."

   "It seems like you're recovering well," said Linda, backing away from
him.  "I thought you would be in a lot of pain."

   "I was for almost two weeks, thanks to you," he said.  "But you didn't
succeed in destroying me, Linda, as hard as you and Gelsey tried.  You
know, I still can't figure Gelsey out.  As humiliated and degraded as I
was, she degraded herself even more by what she did to me.  You can tell
her that for me."

   "Tell her yourself, Nelson," said Linda.  "I'm only shooting this video
because she was worried about you."

   Nelson stopped walking toward the retreating Linda.  He looked at the
camera but said nothing.  After a minute, he spoke, and his voice was no
longer angry.

   "No, Gelsey.  I didn't mean that.  I'm not mad at you anymore.  I'm
doing fine now.  Don't worry about me.  Just forget all about me.  I hope
you have a wonderful life with Linda.  You deserve it."

   Linda pressed a button on the camera and lowered it.  She looked at
Nelson.  "Wow!" she said.  "Where did that come from?"

   "No place that you'll ever understand," he said.  "Do you have enough
now, or would you like me to repeat that I'm OK?"

   "No," she said, and the astonishment was still in her voice.  "That's
fine.  Listen, Nelson, I think I might have been too hard on you.  I --"

   "Stop right there, Linda," he said.  "The last thing I want to hear is
you apologizing or saying anything to me that makes you feel good.  I
didn't destroy your so-called rape video yet.  I've watched it a few times.
I admire your skill.  You're very good at what you do.  Gelsey has chosen
to spend her life with someone who can write amazing scripts.  I hope
you're able to write a different script for you and her, one that isn't
sick and sadistic.  You wrote a great line for Gelsey on that rape video,
didn't you?  It was the perfect ending, and it's perfect for me to say to
you now.  I hope you rot in hell."

   Linda tried to reply, but he went up to her and without touching her,
took the disk from her hand and began walking toward the door, pushing her
as he did.  She took a few quick steps backward to keep her balance and
then turned around and walked out.  He watched her walk to her car and then
closed the door.



   His final words to Linda seemed to work for him, because she almost
never came into Nelson's mind again.  He also tried to put Gelsey out of
his mind, but that was harder.  She seemed to pop up unexpectedly at
exactly the wrong time, like when he was on a date.  He wondered if he
would ever get over her.

   Other than that, life was good for him.  After a while, he even admitted
to himself that some good had come out of the Linda affair, because it had
jolted him out of his complacency.  He felt as though, for the first time,
he was really living and all of his senses and his brain were operating at
their peak.  People at work were astounded at how involved he had become,
and how he cared about everything, even them.

   When he was on business trips, he sometimes slipped into his cool mode
again.  He could almost watch himself doing it.  He marveled at how he
attracted women this way, but he rarely followed up with them anymore,
because once the conversation got going, he stopped playing his role.  His
animation and involvement turned off most of the women.  They were looking
for a superficial night with a superficial guy.  A few of them were
surprised and turned on by the change, and he had a good time with them and
even kept in touch with many of them and saw them again when they happened
to be in the same town.

   He knew he was looking for someone to replace Gelsey.  When he found
her, he hoped that would be the end of the unexpected Gelsey brain pop-ups
that bothered him.  And then the last person he ever expected popped up
into his real life.

   It started with a call one evening when he was out.  He came home to a
voice mail message from Linda saying she wanted to talk to him.  He was
curious about why, but not curious enough to call back.  The next night the
phone rang, but something made him stop before he picked it up.  Sure
enough, there was another voice mail message from Linda.  He ignored it.

   When he answered his phone at the office the next day, he immediately
recognized her lilting, melodic tone.  She didn't say hello.

   "It's about Gelsey," she said.  "Please don't hang up."

   "Make it fast, Linda," he said.  "I don't want to talk to you."

   "I know you hate me," she said, "but you've got to meet with me.  I'm
worried about Gelsey, and I need your help.  If you have an ounce of
decency and any feelings at all left for her, you'll at least listen to
me."

   "OK," he said, "but I'm doing this against my better judgment, because I
know all you care about is yourself."

   "You bastard," she said.  "You lying bastard.  I didn't want to call
you, but I made myself do it -- and only because I love her.  But if you
won't even listen, forget it.  I'll have to find another way."

   "Calm down, Linda," he said.  "I take that back.  I prefer to think of
you as pure evil, because it makes things easier, and I'm sure you feel the
same way about me.  I know you care about her.  And you know I do, too."

   "That's why I'm calling you," she said.  "Are you free tomorrow after
work?  I have a night class, but I'm ditching it to meet with you.  Can you
meet me at the Denny's near your home?"

   "How do you know where I live?" he said.

   "Gelsey found out," she said.

   "She did?  Why?"

   "I'll tell you everything tomorrow.  Is 6:30 OK?"

   "Yes, that's fine."



   When he walked into the restaurant, he saw her sitting at a table
looking at him as if she were trying to decide what to do.  As he
approached the table, she jumped up and embraced him quickly, gave him a
peck on the cheek and sat down.  She was as beautiful as ever, even though
her expression wasn't a happy one.  When she began talking in her magical
voice, it sounded even stranger because of the downbeat nature of what she
was saying.

   "I hope you didn't mind that I hugged and kissed you, Nelson," she said.
"Before we talk about Gelsey, I want you to know three things.  I wrote the
reality scripts for the two videos, and they were both fiction.  But I
never lied to you, and I'm not going to lie to you now.

   "The second thing is that I have to apologize for calling you a lying
bastard for what you said on the phone.  After I hung up, I realized that
maybe you were being cruel, but you were totally right.  All I care about
is myself.

   "The third thing is that I don't want you to rot in hell.  I don't hate
you, although I did after you raped Gelsey.  But then I got to know you
better, and I saw that I was wrong about you.  I'm not telling you that I
like you or that I think nice things about you, but I also don't wish you
any harm.  You can choose to believe that or not.  I don't care.  But it's
the truth.

   "Speaking of the truth, do you still claim that you never raped Gelsey?"

   "No," Nelson said quietly, looking at his hands.

   "Thank God," she said.  "Gelsey is so far gone that I think she's
started blaming herself."

   "What do you mean?" he said.

   "Gelsey is not happy," Linda said, "and it's all my fault." He saw her
eyes start to water, and before he could think, he put his hand on hers to
comfort her.  What am I doing?  his mind screamed at him.  He saw Linda
look at his hand and then look up at his face in bewilderment.  But she
didn't remove her hand, and he didn't take his away.  She took a breath and
began talking again.

   "We were so happy when she decided to divorce you," she said, "and our
happiness was growing day by day.  And then you raped her.  If I knew what
I know now, I would have told her to install the lock on the bedroom door
and stay with me every evening until bedtime and then go home and run right
into the bedroom.  I should have told her to forget the rape, that it would
all be over in a few weeks.  She would have listened to me.

   "But no, I didn't think of her.  Like you said, all I think about is
myself.  I already thought of her as mine, and I was furious that you
touched my possession.  In my insane hatred, I concocted the video ideas,
and she was so fragile and vulnerable because of what you did that she went
along with them, although she was always reluctant.  I should have seen it
then.  I made myself believe that she hated you like I did.

   "Looking back, things started going downhill after the first video,
although I didn't realize it.  It began dawning on me when she was such a
wreck after the second video.  She cried for days.  Then she seemed to calm
down, and things looked like they were getting better when all of a sudden
one night she fell apart.  She started talking about crazy things, like she
might kill herself if I didn't let her go back home to make sure you were
all right.

   "I reasoned with her and explained that the decree was only a few days
away, and that you might be so angry that things could get out of control
and cause all sorts of problems.  When I promised her I would see you and
bring her a video to prove you were all right, she gave in.  She's never
watched your humiliation video once, but she's watched those few minutes I
took when I visited you over a hundred times.

   "She's been watching you, too.  Like I said, she found out where you
live, and when I found out she sometimes drove by your new house, I warned
her to stop before your neighbors began thinking she was stalking you.  She
knows how well you've been doing at work, and she even knows about some of
the women you've dated.

   "I don't know how, but she managed to talk to one of them about you. 
The woman told her all about how wonderful you were, how you treated her,
how passionate you were about everything and how she wished you had been
more interested in her, but she thought there was someone in the past that
you still had a torch for.  When she came home and told me that, she burst
into tears and wouldn't stop crying the whole night.

   "She's apologized to me about her obsession and agreed with me that she
should talk to a therapist, but she's never made an appointment.  She knows
she's making herself unhappy, but she doesn't care.  Then she feels guilty
and tries to make it up to me.  She tells me how wonderful I am and how
much she loves me and how she doesn't deserve someone so wonderful who puts
up with her and caters to her and does everything she asks.

   "And I do that.  Before I met her, I always took the lead in every
relationship, and she's such a beautiful little thing that I thought that
it would be the same with her.  But since we've been together, she's
bloomed.  You're going to be surprised at how amazing she is --- her
personality, her looks, her warmth, her mind.  She's the boss at our house,
and I'm happy with that.  This obsession is the only thing standing between
us and happiness.  I say us, because I'm never going to be happy until
she's happy.

   "I talked to my shrink about it and got advice, and I've talked to
friends to see if they have suggestions.  She knows all about that, because
I tell her everything.  She's always ready to try something, except for
going to a therapist.  A few weeks ago, I was wondering again why she was
so reluctant to be treated, because it wasn't like her to be irrational,
and then it hit me.  She's so smart that she knows exactly what the
therapist is going to tell her, and that means she doesn't want to hear it.

   "But I wanted to hear it.  I talked to my therapist, who was no help. 
But through a friend, I found a wonderful psychiatrist who agreed to
perform the script that I wrote.  I was Gelsey, and each week I told him
everything I could about myself, my background, my relationships, every
detail that I could remember Gelsey ever telling me.  I kept all of this a
secret from Gelsey, because I was afraid if I told her, she would ask me
not to do it, and I would have to give in, like I always do.

   "When I ran out of information six weeks later, I asked him to give me
his best diagnosis of her problem from the information he had.  It was
simple, and I could have saved the money, because I already knew his
answer. I had known it for a long time, but I didn't want to accept her
sickness.  Gelsey is sick in love with you.

   "Now our home became twice as sad, and I was going crazy, because I
couldn't tell Gelsey why.  I brooded all the time.  I should have thought
about Gelsey, but I could only think of myself, how I would go insane if I
lost her.  Finally, I came up with a script, a crazy script that nobody in
her right mind would perform, a desperate script, because my life was
slipping away.  It was the Nelson script, and that's why I'm here."

   She looked down at her hand, covered by his and started sobbing.  She
brought her other hand next to the two hands, and then she grabbed his hand
with both her hands and squeezed it tightly and put her forehead on top of
his hands as she continued to cry.

   Nelson had become more and more agitated as he listened to her.  He
wanted to jump up from the table and run to wherever Gelsey was.  "Should I
come over tonight?" he asked Linda.

   She raised her head from his hand.  Her makeup was smeared all over her
face.  He realized immediately he had said the wrong thing, because she let
go of his hand, and she stopped crying at once.  Her runny face hardened
into steel, and her eyes were full of lightning.

   "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Nelson?" she said.  "No you're not
coming over tonight if you know what's good for you.  You're going to
follow my script, or I'm going to write a different one."

   "I'm sorry," he said, "I just thought --"

   "Please be quiet and let me do thinking and the talking.  I'm taking a
big risk with you, and it's only because I'm desperate.  But if you don't
perform my script, I'll risk everything, even my life, to find a
replacement for you and prevent you from doing your script."

   "I don't understand," he said.

   "It's because I'm thinking only of myself," she said.  "I decided that
no matter what happens, I'm not going to lose her.  I know things won't be
the same as they are now or as they were just before the divorce, and I can
accept that.  But I'm not going to give her to you or anyone else and step
out of the picture.  My script will use you to make us so close that no one
can ever come between us."

   "How are you going to do that?" Nelson asked.  He kicked himself again
mentally for putting her on the defensive and wondered what twisted plan
she was about to share with him.

   "As you know, her birthday is coming up next week, and my plan is to
give her the best present she's ever received or ever will receive.  When
she gets it, she's going to love me even more than she does now, and on top
of that she'll be grateful to me for the rest of her life.  Because I'm
going to give her you."

   "What if I don't go along with your script?" Nelson said.  "I'm asking
just out of curiosity.  I'm not saying no."

   "You better not, because if you cross me, I'm going to find her another
man for her love.  She's not a lesbian.  She's not even a bisexual.  I was
just lucky that I came along when you were treating her so shabbily.  But
she's the most loyal woman in the world, and she listens to me because she
knows I would never do anything to harm her.

   "And I won't betray her trust.  I'm going to find a man who's better
than you are.  There are plenty of them out there, and many of them would
die to have a wife like Gelsey.  I'm going to weed them out one by one
until I find the best of the best.  One important criterion will be how he
feels about my special relationship with Gelsey.  I'm sure he won't mind
once he realizes what he's getting.

   "Gelsey will have a wonderful loving husband and a family.  He'll have
her and the family.  And I'll still have Gelsey -- not all to myself, but
nothing's perfect.

   "If you try to fight me, I'm going to be a wildcat.  I'll sabotage you
any way that I can, and I'll be proud when you call me a liar, because I'll
lie and steal and cheat and do whatever I have to do to keep you from
getting to her before I complete my script.  To win, you'll probably have
to kill me first."

   "But that's only if you don't let me give Gelsey my birthday present."

   "I understand," he said, "and the only reason I'm hesitating is you
haven't told me what you want for your birthday.  What do I have to do for
you?"

   "You're so stupid, Nelson," she said and began crying.  "Don't you
understand?  I don't want anything from you, except your promise that you
won't try to separate me from Gelsey.  I know you hate me, and you can't
stand the sight of me, but I'm going to be part of your life.  I'll try to
steer clear of you as much as I can, but I have to see Gelsey.  I have to
be Aunt Linda to her children.  I have to."

   "What about sex?" he said.

   "Is that what it comes down to for you, Nelson?" she said.  "Are you
still a committed bigot?  I was wondering when you'd bring that up.  You're
probably thinking Linda will insist on one night in bed with Gelsey every
week or something like that.  I want every night in bed with Gelsey,
Nelson. She is the most wonderful lover in the world.

   "But I love her too much to make that part of my script.  She and you
will have to decide on that.  If the two of you tell me I can never love
her that way again, I'll go back to casual sex with other women like I did
before Gelsey, even though it won't be the same.  Because there's only one
person I can ever love, and I will love her to my dying day even if we
don't make physical love.

   "Also, I'll be moving out.  A man and his wife need to be together to
raise their family.  But if Aunt Linda finds a house for sale across the
street, she'll find a way to buy it.

   "Nelson, I've talked enough.  I know my proposal is distasteful to you,
so I'm going to give you a few days to think about it.  I hope you make the
right decision, but just in case you don't, as of tomorrow morning, every
spare minute that I have will be spent on researching good men to introduce
to her.  Thank you for listening politely."

   She began to get up, but she felt two large hands on her arm pulling her
down, almost violently.

   "Linda," Nelson said, "you're not leaving here without my answer.  I'll
be honest, too.  I'm still suspicious of you and your script, but I'm not
going to take any chance that I'll lose her again.  My answer is yes."



   "Tell me again why I'm opening presents in the bedroom," said Gelsey.

   "The next present will explain it," said Linda.  "It's that box over
there."

   "That's from a store where you should never shop," said Gelsey. 
"Everything is way overpriced.  I can't understand why anyone would even
walk into that place."

   "Because it has some beautiful things for beautiful people to wear,"
said Linda.

   "Oh, Linda, you shouldn't have," said Gelsey.  "This is nothing I would
wear.  It's for a princess on her honeymoon."

   "That's it," said Linda.  "Rub the fabric on your cheek.  Have you ever
felt anything like it.  And look at your fingers through it.  It's so sheer
that there's almost nothing there, but see how the hint of rose makes your
beautiful hands look even more beautiful.  I want you to take off all your
clothes right now and put it on."

   "Now I know why we're in the bedroom," said Gelsey "You want me to wear
it because you know it will get me all aroused, and then I'm going to make
wild love to you.  You're just a silly schoolgirl, Linda."

   "You can be the boss the rest of the year, Gelsey," said Linda, "but
tonight I'm the boss.  Now take off your clothes and put on that negligee."

   "You are so silly, Linda," said Gelsey.  "There, how does that look?"

   "It looks so good, I want to jump you right now," said Linda.  "Any man
or woman in the world sitting where I'm sitting would want to do the same
thing.  That's why it's so expensive.  The designer has found a way to
improve on perfection.

   "There's just one gift left, but it's a special gift.  I've been feeling
sad lately, and you know the reason is because you've been sad, and it's
contagious.  So I went everywhere to find a gift that would make you so
happy that you'll stop being sad -- maybe not forever, but at least for the
next 50 or 60 years.  It cost me a lot, but I think I found it."

   "I'm sorry I've been so moody, Linda," said Gelsey.  "I need to work on
that.  You deserve nothing but happiness because of all the things you've
done for me.  You don't need to buy me expensive gifts.  That's not what
makes me happy.  You make me happy.  You know that."

   "I hope I know how to make you happy," said Linda, "because I chose this
present carefully, and I guarantee you that you won't be sad any longer
once you open it."

   "You're so silly, Linda," said Gelsey.  "Where is this present?"

   "I put it over there on the bed," said Linda.  "Go over and open it."

   "That's one huge cardboard box," said Gelsey.  "What have you done,
Linda?  It's almost as long as the bed, and it's too heavy for me to lift.
I can't see any way to open it."

   "That's why I brought this boxcutter," said Linda.  "And I created a
script, too.  You're going to stand over here with your back to the bed
while I cut through the cardboard from the top to the bottom.  When I'm
done, I'll give you the signal, and you'll pull the pieces apart, and you
won't be sad any longer."

   "OK, Linda, but why are you crying?"

   "Just follow the script, Gelsey.  OK, I've got to do this carefully.  I
don't want to cut into the present.  There, I'm done.  You can turn around
now."

   "I'm dying of curiosity.  OK, one, two, three, open sesame." She pulled
apart the cardboard, and then she screamed.

   "Happy birthday, Gelsey," said Nelson.  "I need to apologize for being
naked and for this thing here.  But I was listening to the discussion about
the negligee, and I couldn't help it."

   "Be quiet, gift," said Linda.  "I know you and Gelsey have a lot to talk
about right now, so I'm leaving.  But don't go anywhere because I'm coming
back in a couple of hours.  Goodbye." She walked quickly from the room
without turning around, but Nelson could tell she was crying.

   He looked at Gelsey, and Gelsey looked at him.  "Was Linda right?" he
said.  "This present has given you nothing but unhappiness.  Can it really
take away your sadness now?  God, Gelsey.  This is so stupid, but I have to
say it.  Whatever Linda spent on that negligee was worth every cent.  I
think if I got too close I would burn up from all the sexual fire that's
coming through that thin thing."

   Gelsey ignored him.  "I can't believe Linda," she said.  She was talking
to herself.  "How could she do this to me?"

   "You don't sound very happy," said Nelson getting up from the bed.  "My
clothes are right back there.  I'll get dressed and be out of here in a
minute.  I thought this might happen, but Linda was so convincing.  You
know, she told me you still loved me."

   "Damn that Linda," said Gelsey.  "She had no right -- No you don't. 
You're not going anywhere." She pushed him hard, and he fell back on the
bed.

   "I don't understand," he said.  "You don't want me here, so I'll leave
and you can work out your differences when Linda comes back."

   "Who said I don't want you here," said Gelsey.  "But I'm angry at Linda,
because I can't hide anything from her.  It infuriates me the way she reads
my mind.  But she doesn't know everything."

   "What does that mean?" said Nelson.

   "Well, she said we have a lot to talk over right now, and she totally
got that wrong.  We'll talk later.  Right now we have other things to catch
up on.  Please help me get all this cardboard off the bed."



   Linda was still reading her mind, because she waited three hours to come
back, barely enough time for them to get dressed and go downstairs.  Linda
made coffee, and they talked.

   "I can't believe you went off for three hours," Gelsey said, trying to
keep a straight face.  "You knew I wasn't going to talk to Nelson without
you here.  From now on, when any of the three of us has anything to say to
or about any of us, he or she is not going to say it until all of us are
present.  Understood."

   "Yes, boss," said Linda.

   "OK," said Gelsey.  "I'm going to speak first.  Nelson, do I need to
explain to you that you really raped me?  You understand now?  OK, now
don't get this wrong, because what you did was immoral and evil and
disgusting.  But it was that night that I started to really love you.  I
don't know why, but maybe I responded to your passion, as perverted as it
was.

   "For years, I was comfortable and you were comfortable.  Did you screw
other women?  I thought so.  I figured it was no big deal for you, and it
didn't threaten me, so I didn't even care.  But now that I do care, you
better never do that again.

   "I was so upset about the rape -- and probably about my conflicted
feelings -- that I went along with Linda's scripts, even though I didn't
feel right about doing that to you.  When we finished humiliating you, I
was mostly relieved that it was over and I would never see you anymore.  I
felt that all I was doing was hurting you, and I never wanted to do that
again.

   "But then I realized that my feelings were more than just guilt over
what we had done.  It gradually dawned on me that I loved you and would
always love you, and you would always hate me.  And that depressed me.  And
then I thought of Linda.  I loved her, too, and even if I found a way to
win you back, it would destroy Linda.  So I was helpless.  I couldn't do
anything or tell anyone.

   "But that damned Linda read my mind, and here we are.  I don't know
where we go from here.  All I know for sure is this: I want each of you in
my life, and even though you dislike each other, I think my love for both
of you is strong enough to cover us all like a blanket and melt some of the
ice.  Now it's your turn to talk."

   Over the next few weeks, the three of them worked things out.  Gelsey
moved in with Nelson, and they remarried.  The three of them spent time
together, Gelsey spent time with Nelson and she spent time with Linda. 
Gelsey asked Linda to shoot an unscripted video of her and Nelson making
beautiful, intense, passionate, caring love.  She gave it to Linda, and
asked her to watch it, so that she understood about her and Nelson.

   Then Gelsey asked Linda to give Nelson lessons in videography.  Once he
was proficient, Gelsey asked him to shoot an unscripted video of her and
Linda making love.  Linda went all out to prove she was a better lover than
Nelson, and the video sizzled.  Gelsey told Nelson to watch it to
understand about her and Linda.

   Sometimes the road was bumpy, but when Nelson and Linda were screaming
at each other, Gelsey found a way to calm them down.  Nelson resented one
of her methods, sending Linda to watch the humiliation video, but it was
effective.  He could hear Linda's cute giggles as she watched his pain and
degradation, and he hated her intensely while she was doing it.  But he had
to admit that after a half-hour or so, she was a happy camper again and
even friendly to him.

   Once she sadly told him that the fake rape DVD had been one of her
proudest achievements and she was sad that he had destroyed the last copy
and she would never be able to watch it again.

   Slowly the distrust between Linda and Nelson crumbled, and the three of
them grew closer.  For her birthday, Nelson surprised Linda with the fake
rape DVD.  "I don't know why I didn't smash it to pieces," he said, "but
now I'm glad I didn't.  I hope it makes you happy, Linda." Linda was
overwhelmed by the gift and hugged him and cried for five minutes before
she rushed off to watch it.

   It was a few weeks later at dinner that she surprised Nelson and Gelsey.
"I know it's selfish of me," she said, "but I want more sex.  The other
night, when I was home while the two of you were rutting over here, I
couldn't believe what I was thinking.  I know I won the competition of the
sex videos hands down, but I thought, what if Nelson and I had a real-time
competition one night to see who could give Gelsey the most and biggest
orgasms?  To be fair, we'd actually have to do it two different nights, one
night with Nelson going first and one night with me first.  Of course, I'm
confident I'll win whether I go second or first, but I don't think there
would be any losers in that competition.

   "And even though the idea of a man touching me makes me want to throw
up, I wondered whether I could hold it in if the man was Nelson.  A
threesome with Gelsey might be enough motivation for me to try.  Why are
you two looking at me like that?  I told you the reason for the crazy ideas
is sex deprivation.  If I don't get more sex, I might come up with some
ideas that are even more bizarre." 

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