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Harassment



   By Ed Rider



   "It's quite an ass, isn't it?"

   Lawson's head snapped around to look at who spoke just behind his ear in
a soft murmur.

   Her face was close to his, and a quick glance told him she was a
good-looking woman, although the short-cropped hair and lack of makeup made
her look severe.

   "What did you say?" he said.

   "I saw you looking at her," said the woman.  "It looks like you are
hypnotized by her ass.  And I was just agreeing with your evaluation."

   Lawson was embarrassed.  "I'm sorry I was so obvious," he said, "but she
is beautiful.  I'll try to control myself so I don't make you uncomfortable
anymore."

   "Oh, you don't bother me," the woman said.  "I think her ass is amazing,
too.  It's not that large, but you can see that under the Spandex it's
round and hard.  Her ass cheeks are like two globes that have been pushed
together, and you can imagine her asshole tucked perfectly in the middle.
It's probably small and cute and tight.  You'd be in heaven if you could
stick your dick into it.  But you can dream on, because you don't know who
she is and you're never going to find out."

   "Hold it!" said Lawson.  "I think you better stop talking like that
before someone hears you.  You are way out of line.  I like joking around
and flirting, but I think you're inappropriate -- even if we weren't in a
public place.  And I know her, so that makes your remarks even more
upsetting."

   He looked at the woman, and she glared at him for a few seconds. 
"You're lying," she finally said with a nasty smile.  "Maybe, I am
disgusting, but there's no way you can hide that you're aroused."

   Lawson sneaked a look down and was embarrassed to see a stirring at his
crotch.  His face started to redden, but when he looked up, the woman
wasn't there anymore, because she was across the room talking to the woman
they had been discussing.

   Oh no!  he thought as they both turned to look at him.  Why did I say
anything to that crazy woman?  This can only mean trouble.

   He saw them separate and continue with their workouts.  He rushed
through his while trying to stay as far as he could from each of them. 
When he left the club's locker room, he made a beeline for the entrance and
avoided looking at anyone.  Once sat down in his car and closed the door,
he breathed a sigh of relief.



   He saw the slim woman with the amazing buttocks the next day.  The woman
who spoke to him had been right about Willow.  Her breasts were certainly
nice sized.  They were full and round and a little big for her slim body.
But that butt was so unusual that he was sure he was not the only man who
was mesmerized by them.

   The previous night in the club was the first time he had noticed them,
and today, he saw why.  Willow was wearing a nice but loose-fitting flower
print dress, and if anything, it made her look a bit heavy in the back end.
She worked in a different department of his company and on a different
floor, but he had recognized her at the club, because he had once been
introduced by a friend who had dated her.  It might have been in the
cafeteria on the first floor or at a company-wide function.  He remembered
thinking at the time that she was one of those women with an amazing face
attached to a dumpy body.  How wrong he had been!

   She got on the packed elevator, and he saw her recognize him, too.  She
quickly turned her head away and looked down as everyone got off on the
ground floor.

   Two nights later, he saw her again at the club, and he saw the
foul-mouthed woman with her.  He realized they must be friends.  He stayed
away from them, but he saw both of them looking at him a couple of times.
He hoped that would be the extent of his involvement with them, but he was
wrong.

   At work, he started seeing Willow more often.  After a while it was
almost every day, either on the elevator or in the building's lobby or in
the cafeteria.  It was too often to be a coincidence, and since she no
longer averted her eyes but always looked at him until he looked away, he
decided she must be stalking him.

   She didn't approach him, either at work or at the club.  But her nasty
friend did.  He had seen her friend enough now to know that she was as
voluptuous in her way as Willow, with generous breasts and curves.  She was
tall, and her figure would have drawn stares, too, except her short haircut
and cold expression showed she wasn't interested in anyone's admiration.

   She came up to him as he was getting off the treadmill a couple of weeks
later and said, "Willow might be willing to have sex with you."

   Lawson, already short of breath, gasped and looked around to see if
anyone had heard.

   "What are you?" he finally whispered, "her pimp?"

   "You asshole," said the woman.  "You'll pay for that." She quickly
walked away.

   A couple of days later, he saw the foul-mouthed woman as he entered the
workout space from the locker room.  When she saw him, she walked toward
him, but he decided he had had enough.  He put his hands in front of him as
she came closer, and several people around them turned and looked at her.
In a controlled voice, he said, "Please don't come any closer.  I'm asking
you to stay away from me from now on because I'm here to work out, and I
don't want to talk to anyone.  It's nothing personal." But everyone around
them could tell it was, especially when they saw her face fill with fury as
she turned around and walked off.

   The next day, Lawson was sitting in the Starbucks a block from his
office sipping his cappuccino and looking at his iPad when someone sat down
next to him.  He didn't look up, because it got crowded early in the
morning, and this happened often.

   A melodious voice made him raise his face as it said, "Gina is furious
at you." It was Willow, and her beautiful face was a few inches away from
his.  She was smiling and seemed friendly, not mad.  But his guard went up
immediately.

   "I'm sorry if your friend is angry, Willow," he said, "but--."

   "She's my partner," said Willow, "not just a friend."

   Lawson was confused.  "I thought you were dating Morris," he said.

   "What?" said Willow.  "You're crazy!  Oh.  I remember now.  But that was
more than five years ago, before I came out.  You remember me from then?"

   "I didn't at first," he said, "but when I saw you at the club, I knew
you looked familiar, and then it came to me.  Anyway, do you know what your
friend has been saying to me?"

   "Yes," said Willow.  "Gina hates men and enjoys embarrassing them
whenever she can.  It's only talk, so I put up with it.  But she was
telling you the truth yesterday."

   "I'm sorry," said Lawson, "but even if you two are lovers, it's illegal
for her to procure for you." He looked at Willow, and her face seemed to be
getting red.

   "I'm not a prostitute," she said quietly, looking around.

   "Even if you're not," he said, "I'm not into weird sex like the two of
you apparently are.  Do you do whatever she tells you to do?  Does she like
to match you up with men and watch you?  Do you get off on that, too.  I
don't.  I think it's sick." He saw her eyes get moist.

   "I'm sorry," he said hurriedly, because he didn't want her to start
crying.  "I have no right to condemn you and Gina.  You might think some of
the things that turn me on are just as disgusting."

   "Like wanting to tear my butt apart," said Willow, but she said it
sadly, not accusingly.

   "I never said that," he said.  "She's the one who came up with that
idea. I am not into hurting women.  When I have sex, I try to give them as
much pleasure as I can.  I admit I'm selfish, because the more aroused and
excited they are, the more it turns me on."

   "I'd like to talk to you more," said Willow, "but I've got to get to
work.  If you want to talk to me, look me up in the company directory and
call me."

   "Wait a second," he said.  "There are more than 800 employees, and I
don't know your last name."

   "You can find me if you want to," she said.  "Before I go, let me tell
you a couple of things.  As much as my ass interests you, Gina is totally
obsessed with it.  She's an ass aficionado, and she told me she thinks you
have a great ass, too.  In fact, she's now obsessed with your ass.  And one
more thing.  I'm never going to have anal sex with you or anyone else."

   She got up and left as he tried to pick his jaw up from the table.  I
have no idea what just happened, he thought, but she certainly knows how to
arouse someone's curiosity.  I guess she wanted to make sure I'd call her.
As he walked to his office, he decided that he would call her, but he
wasn't going to get involved with her and her friend's strange scene.

   They met for lunch the next day on a picnic bench in a park a block from
the office.  They silently unwrapped their sandwiches, and he waited for
her to say something.  He noticed she was wearing a more flattering outfit
than before, and she smelled good.  This must be part of their plan, he
thought.

   "I don't know anything about you, Lawson," she began.  "Do you have a
girlfriend?"

   "I got dumped a few months ago," he said, "and I'm still not ready to
move on.  We were together for more than two years, and I thought she was
the one."

   "Did she tell you why she dumped you?" asked Willow.  "Was it about
sex?"

   That was fast.  He didn't want to start talking about his love life, but
all of a sudden, that's what he was doing.  She seemed genuinely interested
in him and even concerned.  He knew she was play acting, and he tried to
hold back.  But he found himself spilling his guts to her, even getting
close to tears at one point.

   She gently probed, like an intimate friend, although no friend had ever
talked to him like that before.  He talked so much that he couldn't think
of anything more to tell her.  When he stopped talking, she stood up.  "I
want to say some things to you," she said, and he noticed that her eyes
were moist.  "But we have to be getting back, and I want to think about
what you told me so I don't say anything stupid.  I'm going to be gone for
a few days.  Would you meet me here again on Monday?"

   He nodded dumbly, and she began briskly walking back toward the office.
He sat there for a while.  He was drained, but for some reason, he felt
good.  He walked back to the office in a glow and didn't think about their
lunch the rest of the day or that weekend.  He worked out at the club
Saturday, but he didn't see either Gina or Willow there.

   He had a date with an old friend Sunday night, and he told her about the
meeting with Willow but not what led up to it.  His friend said that
whether Willow was a professional therapist or not, she had facilitated an
emotional cleansing, and that's why he was feeling so good.

   Monday morning as he was getting ready for work, he took an inventory of
his feelings and decided that he was looking forward to seeing Willow. 
This time he spoke first.

   "I hope I didn't bore you with all my troubles last time," he said.  "I
was thinking that I also don't know much about you, except Gina, of course.
Maybe you aren't ready to be as open as I was, but I'd like to know how you
decided you were a lesbian?"

   It seemed that Willow had been prepared to talk about him, and the
question caught her by surprise, but after a moment of hesitancy, she began
telling him about her sexual journey.  He waited for her to hold back, but
she went into just as much detail as he had.

   She told him that her butt was always at the center of everything that
happened to her, and she was sick to death of it, but in a strange way she
was scared, too.  She was worried that if she didn't have that butt, she
had nothing else that anyone would ever pay attention to.

   From the time she started dating in high school, she found that every
man she had any relationship with was thinking of only one thing.  She had
normal relations with most of them, even though she could tell they were
often hypnotized or distracted.  Many of them tried hard to persuade her to
have anal sex.

   After a while, she was a nervous wreck and decided she needed to take a
break from dating and find out how to deal with her conflicting emotions.
That's when she met Gina.  Gina told her plainly and crudely that she was
in love with her butt, just like all the men, but she hoped that she could
also get to know her as a person.  When Willow told her she didn't think
she was interested in dating women, Gina persuaded her to take a chance and
said there would be no pressure to have sex.

   Gina's crudeness turned her off, but her openness and honesty about her
feelings were refreshing, and once she saw that Gina genuinely cared for
her as a person, she warmed up to her.  When they finally had sex, it was
better than what she had had with any man, and the last two years with her
had been happy ones.

   She said didn't mind Gina getting herself aroused by using Willow's ass
to harass men, although it was a pain getting kicked out of clubs.  They
had already been banned from four before joining his.

   They had fights, like any couple, and there were some tensions about
sex, mostly because Gina wanted her to participate in anal play, or at
least permit Gina to experiment on her.  She did let Gina stimulate her
anally with a finger and her tongue.  But when it came to anything else,
she drew the line.

   After Willow's long recitation, they had only a minute left before they
had to leave.  "I'm happy, Lawson," said Willow, "but you aren't.  I'm not
saying that I can help you, because I'm no therapist, but I want to suggest
a few things that I hope will make things better for you.  Would that be
OK?"

   "Sure," he said.  "Even if I don't agree, I don't think that could
hurt."

   "Would you meet me for dinner after work?" she said.  "I don't want to
get into a heavy discussion at lunch tomorrow and then have to stop and go
back to work."

   "What about Gina?" he said.

   "Oh, she's fine with it," said Willow.  "If you are free tonight, I'll
call her and let her know I'll be home late and why.  How about the Denny's
across the street from the office at 6?"



   "Do you see any kind of pattern with your ex-girlfriends?" said Willow
after they ordered.

   "No," he said.

   "OK, give me the name of one of them, and let me try something," she
said.

   "Lauren," he said.

   "OK, don't interrupt," she said.  "Lauren was good looking and really
sweet.  Her body really turned you on, and she was warm and loving at
first. You seemed to have a lot in common, so you were surprised when she
started acting a little weird after you'd been living together for a while.

   "Even though sex with her had been great from the beginning and you knew
exactly how to satisfy her, she wanted to try some different things out
with you, and it made you uncomfortable.  The more she wanted to
experiment, the more you couldn't understand what was wrong.  Things were
going so well, you thought.  Why would she want to change anything?

   "You started getting into fights over nothing at all, and finally she
dumped you.  You asked her what went wrong, and she said it was all her
fault.  You were a really decent guy, and she was some kind of weird chick,
and you deserved better than her.  You needed someone who valued and
respected the great person you were, and she wished she was that woman, but
she wasn't.

   "When she broke up with you, you saw she really took it hard.  You
wondered why if she thought so much of you, she couldn't stay with you.

   "OK, now you can talk."

   "It wasn't exactly like that with Lauren," he said, "but I'm amazed
because a lot of what you said was so close.  Do you know Lauren?"

   Willow didn't answer his question.  "Now plug the name of another
girlfriend into the same story," she said.  "Don't say anything, but just
think about her and how you broke up.  After that, plug in one more name."

   The waitress brought their food while he was still thinking, and Willow
started eating while Lawson was deep in thought with his eyes closed.

   When he opened them, he stared at her.  "My god," he said, "what's wrong
with me?  You're right.  It was like watching the same movie over and over.
Once they got to know me, they all wanted to get away from me.  I must be
some kind of monster."

   "It IS your fault," said Willow, "but not in the way you think.  The
easiest way to explain it is that you're a plain vanilla guy, but you're
attracted to girls who are out on the edge, especially when it comes to
sex. They can't help liking you, because you're decent and so different
from most of the guys they've been with.

   "But we all want to improve our men.  Even though you satisfy them, they
want to explore more exciting sex with you.  But you're not an explorer. 
You don't want to take chances or get uncomfortable.  The way you look at
it is if it isn't broke, why fix it.  After a while, they realize that they
can have a happy, humdrum life with you or take a chance on crashing and
burning to find someone more exciting.

   "A lot of girls would be perfectly happy in a long-term relationship
with someone like you.  Despite my being with Gina, I'm really more of a
plain vanilla type of girl.  Maybe because of my butt, I never attracted
that kind of guy.  Your trouble is, you're not drawn to girls who are
compatible with you.  For some reason, you go for the wild ones.

   "These girls may tone things down for you at first, but eventually, they
can't hide who they really are -- from you or from themselves."

   "It sounds good, but I don't think you're right," said Lawson.  "You're
making it sound like sex is routine and mechanical for me.  I told you that
I am willing to do lots of things to pleasure my partner, because it
matters to me that she is satisfied, even before I'm satisfied."

   "Yes," said Willow, "but would you believe these women you've been with
would like you to sometimes think only of yourself and even use them as
objects.  Gina is usually totally involved in giving me as many orgasms as
possible, but even though I'm not one of the wild ones, sometimes I just
want her to take me and do whatever she wants with me.  And when she does,
I go nuts."

   "Except if she tries to do what she really wants with your ass," he
said.

   "Yes, I guess you're right," said Willow.  "Maybe someday I can bring
myself to prove how much I really love her by letting her do that, but
right now, it still feels perverted and degrading to me, and I just can't
seem to get over that."

   "Why should you?" Lawson said.  "It IS perverted and degrading.  I hope
you never give in."

   "Why should you care?" she said.

   "I don't care," he said.  "It's your business.  But for some reason, I
just feel that would be wrong for you."

   "What about you, Lawson?" she said.  "If you really cared for someone,
would you let her do things like that to you."

   "You mean like stick things in my ass?" he said.  "No thank you.  I
would never do anything like that in a million years.  Even thinking about
it makes me feel like throwing up."

   "Gina really likes your ass," said Willow.  "And she'd love to humiliate
you like that.  What if I paid you to let her play with you?  How much
money would it take?  They say that everything has a price."

   "They're probably right," he said.  "But the price for me to do that
would be so high that I don't think you could afford it.  Right now I'm
thinking even a million dollars wouldn't be enough.  I'm sure you could
eventually get me to cave for some hundreds of thousands.  So is that what
you want to do, turn me into a prostitute?"

   "Even if that's what I wanted, you're right that your ass is way too
expensive for me," she said with a laugh.  "Gina's idea was to let you have
sex with me.  Are you interested in that at all."

   "Honestly, Willow," he said, "you may think I'm Mr.  Plain Vanilla, but
all this kinky stuff has me so aroused that I'm going to have to make an
adjustment before I stand up.  What red-blooded man wouldn't want that? 
But everything else you're saying is just too bizarre for me to deal with.
I'm sure you can find someone else to take your deal."

   "But you're the one Gina's stuck on," said Willow.  "It's because you
work out a lot and you've got big, strong glutes.  I've also been turned on
watching you, especially when you wear tight outfits.  I think I like your
butt as much as Gina, maybe as much as you like mine."

   "I guess I'm flattered," he said.  "I don't know what else to say."

   "I'll only say one other thing to you, Lawson," she said, and she took
one of his hands in hers and held it.  "I hope you find the right girl for
a long and happy life together.  No, don't look at me.  I'm not that girl.

   "And I know you'll be a great father.  Gina and I have been talking
about adopting, and I'm so excited.  I'd like to have a child of my own,
but I don't want to become pregnant by a test tube, so this looks like the
best way.

   "You need to find one of those wonderful girls out there who are dying
to meet someone like you and stay away from those wild ones you seem to be
attracted to.  Or --." She paused.

   "Or what?" he said.

   "Or maybe you could think about opening yourself up a little and taking
a brief walk on the wild side to see if you might like to change a little.
I know you're always going to be the decent person you are.  When I moved
from men to women, I was surprised that I was exactly the same person.  But
maybe you'd like to try some different flavors of sex to see if there's
anything you like besides vanilla.  If you decide to give it a try, I'm
willing to help you."

   "Thanks, Willow," he said while thinking that Gina would probably be
even more willing.  "I think you really do want to help me."

   "Yes," she said, "but you're smart, and so you also know that I have an
ulterior motive, don't you?"

   He didn't say anything as he looked down at his hand in hers.

   "Don't you?" she repeated.

   "Yes, of course," he said.

   She got up.  "I've enjoyed getting to know you, Lawson," she said.  "I
think it would be best for both of us now if we kept apart.  I'm sure I'll
see you around.  Goodbye."

   His eyes followed her as she walked out.  For the first time, he noticed
that she had changed since lunch and was wearing a dress so tight that it
looked painted on.  He didn't see a panty line either, but he and everyone
else in Denny's did see every movement of Willow's amazing globes as she
left, because she was really swinging them as she walked away slowly. 
She's putting on a show for me, he thought as she disappeared.

   He looked down at the table and saw that she had left money to pay for
both of them.  He started to grab it and run after her, but then he sat
down again slowly and stared into his coffee cup.



   He didn't see her around the office for a few weeks, and he saw her only
once at the club.  She and Gina must have found out when I usually come
here, he thought, and they're coming on other nights.  They exchanged
smiles at the club from across the room, and when he finally saw her at the
cafeteria, he noticed she was wearing those loose outfits again that hid
her assets.

   He dated a couple of new girls, neither of whom he had any chemistry
with, and he didn't think much about Willow and Gina for a few months. 
Then he saw Gina again in the lobby, and as they got on the elevator, she
said, "Hello, how have you been?"

   "Fine," he said.  "How about you?"

   "Great," she said as she got off.  "See you."

   He did see her again in the cafeteria two weeks later.  She was across
the room, and he was eating with friends, but when he saw her, he lost
track of the conversation, because he began thinking about their last
conversation.  Only a friend waving a hand in front of his face brought his
mind back to where he was.

   In the following two weeks, there were six more Willow sightings, and he
knew by then they weren't accidental.  Only twice were they close enough to
talk, and each time, all she said was a pleasant, generic greeting.  But
each time he saw her, he thought more about when they had talked.

   One morning, he was in the middle of something important and found he
couldn't concentrate.  He called her and arranged to meet her for dinner.
After that, he was able to concentrate.

   It was at the same Denny's as before.  When he arrived, he saw her
sitting at the same table as before, too.  She greeted him and asked him
why he wanted to see her.  She knows exactly why, he thought.  She set this
whole thing up.

   "I've been thinking about what you told me, and I might be ready to do
something weird, like you suggested," he said, wondering if she would be
offended by the word "weird." But instead, she picked up on a different
word.

   "Might?" she said.

   "Yes," he said.  "I would need to know more about what you're talking
about.  Can you give me specifics?"

   "This is not one of your work projects, Lawson," she said "and I'm not
going to give you a timeline.  But to give you an idea of how weird it will
be, I'll tell you that Gina will be participating."

   "What?" he said.  "No way."

   "I won't do it unless she's there," said Willow.  "She'll be filming the
whole thing."

   "No," he said.  "I can't do that."

   "She's obsessed with my ass and your ass," said Willow, "and she's going
to be there when they meet.  Remember, I'm doing this for her."

   "So you don't have any interest at all in having sex with me?" he said.
"I was about to say making love, but this is about as far from making love
as you can get."

   "You're right about that," she said, "but you're wrong about my
interest. Sure, the most important thing for me is Gina, because she's the
woman I love.  But I like you, and I promise you, I'm going try to drive
you out of your mind with lust and satisfy you using everything in my
powers.

   "Tell me more," he said.

   "We'll do it at our apartment, and the room will be lit up for the
video. Before we start, all three of us will get naked.  We both like the
natural look, but if you are one of those men who gets excited by girls who
are hairless, we are willing to shave for you."

   "No, you don't need to do that," he said.  She's already assuming I'm
going to do it, he thought.  I should tell her I haven't decided yet.  But
all he could say was, "When?"

   "Three weeks from this Friday night," she said, and he noticed that her
voice had gone up to a higher pitch and she was talking faster.  She's
really excited about this, he thought, much more than I am.

   "It will be after work," she said, "and we're going to treat you to
dinner first.  But not at Denny's.  I'm going to select a really fancy
restaurant, so you need to wear a coat and tie to work that day."

   "You don't need to do that," he said.  "I'm not doing this for any kind
of payment."

   "I know that, Lawson," she said.  "But this is going to be a special
occasion for you and for us, so we're going to celebrate first.  But only
one bottle of wine for the table, because we all want to be wide awake and
have all our senses alert for later."



   Lawson started seeing them at the club again, and each time they were
there, Gina approached him.  She didn't insult him anymore, but she did
talk about Willow.  This time it was about her arms and legs, not her butt.

   "Do you see how much she can squat," she said one time.  "Her legs are
much stronger than they look.  If she got them locked around your neck, she
could snap it in two."

   Another time, she told him, "Willow has a big wingspan for her size. 
Her arms are like boa constrictors.  See how long and powerful they are. 
They could squeeze someone to death in a bear hug."

   The remarks went on like this each time, always about how her arms and
legs were dangerous and always with violent images.  He wondered if Willow
knew what her friend was telling him.



   The dinner was as strange as he thought it was going to be.  He sat on
one side of the table, and Gina and Willow sat facing him.  None of them
said much, but all three of them fidgeted a lot and looked at each other.

   When Gina looked at him, he saw she could barely hide her expression of
disgust.  Willow had warned him a few days ago that she had hated men for
so long that the expression was automatic, and she didn't mean anything by
it, but that didn't make him feel any more comfortable.

   He decided Willow was the most nervous of the three of them.  She looked
from him to Gina and smiled, but he saw the smile was forced.  They mostly
ate their food in silence, but the closer they came to the end of the meal,
the more he was disturbed by the sounds coming from Willow.  She was trying
to suppress them, but he could hear that she was getting more upset and her
shoulders were shaking as she tried to keep herself from breaking down.

   What is going on here?  he thought.  A couple of weeks ago, she was all
enthusiastic, but tonight it's like she's scared to death.  Then the waiter
brought a pastry to the table although they hadn't ordered dessert.  In the
middle of the pastry was a candle, and the candle was lit.  The waiter set
the pastry in front of Gina.

   "Happy birthday to you," began Willow in a quavering voice and waved to
Lawson to sing with her.  She sang loudly, but she couldn't hide the tear
in her voice.  He joined in and tried to be enthusiastic, but he was having
a hard time.  His mind was reeling.

   After Willow and Gina got up and embraced each other, Willow said,
"Happy birthday, honey," and sat down.  The waiter asked if they wanted to
share the dessert or order others, and Willow said, "Yes, please bring us
two more of the same.  It looks delicious.  And some coffee, too."

   As soon as the waiter left, Lawson leaned over and hissed at Gina. 
"Now, I understand what this is all about, you bitch," he said.  "Willow
doesn't want to do this, but you've found a way to force her to do it for
your birthday.  I thought you loved her.  You're nothing but a selfish bull
dyke who gets off on using and degrading her girlfriend.  You make me
sick."

   "You don't know what you're talking about, you pig," Gina said in a loud
whisper.

   "You're disgusting," he said.  "You've got some kind of hypnotic hold on
Willow, and I feel sorry for her.  You're worse than a pig.  Anyone with an
ounce of human decency wouldn't force her to do this."

   "I'm not forcing her," said Gina, and her voice was loud enough that
some heads turned.

   While Lawson and Gina were going at it, they didn't notice that Willow
was getting more and more agitated.  "Stop it!" she screamed, and she
jumped up and ran to the ladies room.

   They didn't say a word to each other while she was gone.  When she came
back to the table, she didn't sit down.  In a tight voice, she said that
she had paid the bill and canceled the desserts and coffee and she'd like
to leave now.  While they were waiting for their cars at the valet stand,
she motioned to Lawson to follow her a few steps down the sidewalk and then
turned to face him.

   "Gina is totally right about you," she said.  "You are a pig.  I thought
you were a decent man, but you had no right to speak to her like that.  You
deserve everything that any girlfriend has ever done to you and a lot
worse. How dare you say that Gina is forcing me to do this?  Yes, it's her
birthday present from me.  She had a fantasy when she saw you at the gym,
and I was trying to make her fantasy come true.

   "It's all my idea, and right now I really want to give it to her -- all
of it.  But I can see you're going to back out."

   Lawson looked at her angry face, much different from the frightened face
she had in the restaurant just a few minutes earlier.  He was confused.

   "I hear you, Willow, but I think you're hiding something," he said.  "I
could tell you were unhappy when I got here tonight, and you kept getting
more and more unhappy.  What's going on?"

   "Whatever you're imagining, I don't care," she said, and he noticed she
avoided his gaze.  "But I'll tell you honestly that I hate you for what you
just did, and I'd like nothing better than to hurt you so bad that you'll
never forget how you hurt her." She stopped talking and glared at him.

   "Our car is here, Willow," said Gina.

   Willow went back to Gina and got in the car.  Before she went around to
the driver's side, Gina walked up to him and snarled.  "I don't suppose
we'll ever see each other again," she said.  "That would be the best
birthday present you could give me." She got in the car and drove off. 
Lawson saw that Willow was looking down at her lap.

   His car arrived a few minutes later, and when he drove off, he headed
for home.  He was a few blocks from his apartment when he made a U-turn and
drove to the address Willow had given him.  He parked the car in a guest
space in their garage and came to the front door just as a couple was
leaving.  He walked in and took the elevator to the 12th floor and stood
outside their apartment listening.  They were talking inside, but he
couldn't make out what they were saying.  He knocked on the door.

   When Willow opened it, she first looked surprised and then scared. 
"What are you doing here?" she said.  "You heard what I told you at the
restaurant.  I hate you.  Get out of here before I do something."

   "I came to apologize," he said.  "I felt so bad for you at dinner that I
made a stupid mistake." He saw Gina come up behind her.  "Gina, I didn't
have any right to say those things to you, and I hope you forgive me.  I
know you don't like me, and you probably never will, but I don't hate you.
I'm here like I promised, ready for you to watch us and film us.

   "No," said Willow.  He saw she was still highly agitated.  "No, it's too
late."

   "No it isn't," he said, pushing her back as he walked in.  "I insist. 
And when I leave, I promise I will never bother you or Gina again."

   When he entered the apartment, he saw the bed had been brought into the
living room and lights were set up all around it.  Willow started to say
something, but Gina put her fingers over Willow's mouth and took her arm
and pulled her into the bedroom.  He sat down on a chair and looked at the
floor.  A spirited discussion went on for five minutes in the bedroom
before things got quiet, and then they both came back.  Willow didn't say
anything, and Gina began talking.

   "We're all going to take our clothes off now," she said.  "Please hand
all your clothes to Willow.  She'll fold them and put them here on the
coffee table."

   Gina began walking around and turning on lights, which were on high
stands.  Soon the room was so bright, Lawson was squinting.  He began to
take off his clothes slowly, and when he looked over at Willow, she was
doing a slow striptease and staring at him.  He squinted to see her face.
She didn't look angry anymore, but she wasn't smiling.

   Gina walked up to him totally naked.  She was so close, they were
practically touching, and she was smiling at him, but not a friendly smile.
She took a couple of steps back and watched him undress.  Then she began
walking around him.  He saw her looking up and down his body when she was
in front of him.  The second time she circled him, she stopped behind him
and didn't move.  He turned his head and saw that she was squatting down
behind him, and her head was close to his buttocks and it was nodding up
and down and smiling.  She stood up and moved in front of him again.

   "You've got quite a butt, Lawson," she said.  "Do you want to check it
out, Willow?"

   "No," said Willow quietly.

   "Lawson, you can check me out now if you want," said Gina, "but you'd
probably rather examine Willow."

   "That won't be necessary," said Lawson.  "Let's get this over with."

   "OK, if that's what you want," said Gina.  "Willow, lie down on the bed
on your back, and Lawson, you get on top of her."

   Willow lay down, and for a moment, Lawson's eyes were shielded from the
light and he saw her face.  She was looking at him with frightened eyes and
gritting her teeth.  Then she screamed."

   "What are you doing?" she said.  "We never talked about that.  I know
you're going to be brutal because of what I've made you do.  So go ahead
and destroy my body.  Gina won't stop you."

   Lawson lifted his head up.  "I'm sorry," he said.  "I warned you that
what really turns me on is pleasuring a woman, and even though you want me
to rape you, I'm here to give you as many orgasms as I can.  Now let me get
back to work."

   The room was quiet for a while as his mouth worked between her legs.  He
didn't look up, but he felt Gina's breath.  Her face was right next to his
as she watched him silently.

   Then the silence was broken, and Willow began coming apart.  "No, no,
no," she said and kept repeating it over and over like a mantra.  Her body
began squirming and then it began shaking.  At the same time, it was
jerking in every direction.  In another minute, it was lifting in the air
and then slamming back down onto the bed violently as she alternately
screamed and took quick breaths.

   Gina tapped him on the shoulder and whispered into his ear.  "You've got
to stop before you kill her," she said.  "You must have been a lesbian in a
previous life."

   When he stopped, Willow's panting slowed down until she was finally
breathing close to normal.  She lay flat on the bed staring straight up
with her arms and legs spread wide and her breasts rising and falling as
she breathed.  She didn't say a word.

   Gina spoke.  "OK, Lawson," she said, "I hope you didn't wear her out. 
Now you need to get on top of her.  I see she doesn't need to arouse you.
That's a big hard one you've got there."

   As Lawson moved up her body, Willow brought her legs back until her
knees were bent, and then she guided him slowly into her.  She felt so good
that he held his breath to try to prolong the feeling.  Once he was in her,
both her hands reached for his head, and she pulled his face to hers and
thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth.  She put her arms around him and
held him tightly for a while, and then she let him loose.  Gina was right
about those arms, he thought.  She almost squeezed the breath out of me.

   He felt her hands reach down and touch his buttocks.  She began
massaging them lightly.  Then she pressed harder and began kneading them.
Finally, she began grabbing pieces of him, gently at first, but then so
hard he cried out.  She grabbed and released and grabbed again and again.
Then she stopped and gave him a stinging slap on each rear cheek.  "What
are you waiting for," she said.  "Come on and give it to me."

   He lifted himself on his arms and began moving slowly in and out of her.
His face was inches from hers, and he looked at her.  Whatever hatred or
any other emotion she had was now gone, replaced by a look of pure lust. 
She began to move with him, and she set the pace.  She kept it slow for a
long time, and he could tell by her moans that she was orgasming almost
constantly.

   Then her arms pulled him down to her so he collapsed onto her chest and
her breasts were squeezed against him.  His head was facing the pillow
behind her left shoulder.  It didn't affect the movement of his lower body,
and now she took control with her legs.  She raised them and wrapped them
around him, and each time he came down, her legs pulled hard against him
and increased his speed.  Soon he was slamming into her so hard that the
bed was shaking, and she began moaning as her orgasms started again.

   Then he lost control, and his lower body began moving so fast it was a
blur.  Still, her legs were able to match his movements to make his
pounding even more violent.

   When he came, he lost control of his voice, and he heard himself
screaming out a strange, animal sound that he had never made before.  Once
he had finished ejaculating, she wrapped her legs around him and held their
crotches together as tightly as her harms held his chest against her
breasts.  His head was still facing the pillow behind her left shoulder,
and one of her hands was now holding the back of it.

   After he caught his breath, he said, "OK, Willow, you can let me go
now." He waited, but she didn't move.  For a second, he panicked.  Was she
breathing?  Yes, she was.

   Then he felt the wetness.  It was pouring down his cheek.  Someone was
pouring something on him.  Ugh.  What was happening?  He tried to move his
head, but he couldn't, and some of the liquid went into his mouth.  It was
salty.  Then he felt Willow's breasts rising and falling as they pressed
his chest, and he heard something very faint.  He strained his ears to
listen.

   That's when he realized that Willow was crying, and the wetness was her
tears running down her face and dripping onto his.  "What's wrong, Willow?"
he said as loud as he could facing the pillow.  "Why are you crying?  Let
go of me."

   Through her sobs, Willow began speaking.  "I'm so sorry, Lawson," she
said through her tears.  Her breasts pushed against him as she gasped.  "I
hope you forgive me.  Please don't say anything.  I think this will be
easier for you if you just concentrate on listening to me and try to shut
everything else out.  I know that's asking you to do the impossible, but
try as hard as you can."

   "What, what's happening," he yelled.  "What are you doing to me?"

   "That's not me, Lawson," she said.  "It's Gina.  She's squirting a lot
of lubricant into you with a big syringe.  Try to focus on my voice, not on
what she's doing.  I really think that could help you.

   "I'm so sorry about this.  I was dreading it all through dinner, and I
was even thinking about calling the whole thing off.  I don't know if I
would have, but when you said those things to Gina, you made me so angry
that I put those thoughts out of my mind.

   "Listen to me, Lawson.  Ignore her.  She's going to fool around with
your anus, because -- because I gave it to her for her birthday.  I know I
had no right to, and all I can promise you is that I will do everything in
my power to make it up to you somehow.  I hope you can help me, because I
don't know how to make up for something this horrible.  The only thing I
can think of is to let you do something even more horrible to me.  Whatever
you want, I'll do it.  I promise you.  If you want to disfigure me, you can
do it.  Anything.  I promise, you, Lawson, anything.

   "I can tell she's starting to push those balls on a string into you.  I
feel your discomfort and your humiliation.  What am I saying?  I can only
feel your body trying to escape, and I can hear your groans of pain.  But I
can't feel the horrible feelings you must be having right now.  I'm so
sorry.

   "Please try to listen to me, Lawson, and don't think about her.  When I
was in the ladies room, I had this idea.  When we left to get the cars, I
was going to verbally abuse you so badly that you wouldn't follow us home.
I thought it worked right up to the time you rang the doorbell.  Then I
didn't want to let you in.

   "But Gina was right.  To my everlasting shame, I had promised you to
her. I promised to hold you with my arms and legs like this so she could do
things to your ass -- as long as she didn't hurt you permanently.  I could
have broken my promise to her and chosen to save you, but I didn't.  And
it's not because I'm angry at you, Lawson.  I pretended that to myself, but
it's not true.

   "Oh, I feel you flinching every time she pulls one of those balls free.
Hold on, Lawson.  I'll help you get you through this, and you'll get your
terrible revenge on me.  Whatever you do, it will be less than I deserve
for doing this to you."

   "Remember when I told you to find a plain vanilla girl like me who you
could satisfy by being yourself?  What a lie!  I'm worse than any of your
girlfriends.  They all felt bad when they dumped you, because they knew you
were a better man than they deserved.  But I repaid your trust with pure
evil.  I wanted to leave you alone, and I kept looking for another man I
could hire for Gina's birthday gift, but all the ones who agreed to do it
were scary or disgusting.  So I started parading myself in front of you
again, trying to suck you back into my scheme.  And it worked, because you
were helpless against an evil and devious mind like mine.

   "That's a large dildo she's pushing in now.  Don't worry about the
video, because I'm holding your head down, so no one will know who you are.
Yes, I've got four cameras on tripods shooting from all directions. 
They're behind the lights, so you don't see them.

   "My god, that thing is long!  Gina told me that men are deep enough in
the anus to take it all, and even women.  You can use that on me later if
you want, as part of my punishment.  Oh, your body is going all jerky.  You
can't handle it.  There, it's all the way in.  It won't get any worse now
until she starts pulling it out.

   "I hear you crying.  I think that's good, but try not to overdo it
because you could get dehydrated.  Oh no.  You're screaming as she pulls it
out.  Does it hurt that much?  Yes, it does, and it's all my fault.  I'm so
sorry.

   "Please listen to me and try to get your mind off how it feels as it's
pulling your insides out.  The only good thing about it is that the
strap-on dildo Gina is putting on is not as long or as wide as that thing,
so it should be a little easier for you.  Gina wants you on your back now,
so I'm going to carefully roll you over and lie down on top of you.  There.
I'm going to let go of you with my arms and legs now, because I can tell
you're too worn out from the pain to try to resist her.  Now I'm going to
get off of you.

   "Gina wants you to see what she's going to do, so she's waving that
thing in front of your face.  But look over here to me and don't watch her
as she lifts your legs up and sticks her penis into you.  She's going to
put your legs on her shoulders and bend you back while she pounds you,
because she thinks that's the most degrading position of all of them.

   "But listen to me.  I told you not to worry about the video.  It won't
be too disgusting because you are totally clean inside, and nothing
embarrassing is going to come out.  I put some stuff in your wine earlier
that made you excuse yourself a couple of times at dinner.  It was pretty
strong, wasn't it?  I saw how drained you looked when you came back to the
table.  But I wanted to be sure that everything was cleaned out back there.

   "Yes, I thought of everything, except how horrible it would be when it
actually happened.  No, I knew how horrible it would be.  I can't lie to
you about that.  Gina wanted to do most of these things to me, and I had
nightmares.  So instead, I'm letting her do them to you.  What a sick,
disgusting creature I am!  And I called you names.  I'm so sorry, Lawson.

   "She's finally finished raping you, so there's only one thing left, and
I won't lie to you.  She never brought this up to me, because she knew that
if you do this to a person, you can't love that person.  But she doesn't
love you, so she can do it to you.  And I'm the one who made it possible
for her.

   "Yes, she's putting her fingers in you, Lawson.  I'm sorry.  I have to
turn away.  I can't watch this.  But please look over here at me and try to
relax as much as you can.  I hope she's stretched you enough so that it
doesn't hurt too much.  Oh my god!  The sounds you're making!  She must be
tearing you apart.  I'm so sorry.

   "She told me that in a week or two you'll be as good as new, but that
doesn't help you now, I know.  Oh, there you go again.  Does she have her
whole hand in you yet?  I'm going to sneak a look.  Oh, that looked awful.
Yes, Lawson, it's all inside, and your face looks like it's melting and
your eyes are falling out of their sockets.  Oh the pain you must be
feeling!

   "Hold on just a little longer, because the worst part is when she pulls
her hand out.  She wanted to make a fist, but I told her that her hands
were large for a woman, and if she ripped anything, I would never talk to
her again.  So she's going to be extra careful when she pulls her hand out.
Oh, that scream stabbed me in the heart.  I wish I were dead, really I do,
Lawson.  But at least it's all over for you.

   "Let me get a cloth from the bathroom.  I'll dampen it and try to soothe
your face a little.  There.  You're lying there in a pile and making
pathetic little sounds like a dog who's been kicked.  You don't even look
human.  And I'm the one who reduced you to this.  I will never forgive
myself, and I'm not asking you to forgive me either, because I don't
deserve it.

   "I can see you are becoming more alert.  Do you want me to help you sit
up?  No?  I know it must be painful around your anus and inside whenever
you move.  When you're ready to get up, please do it very carefully."

   As Lawson staggered to his feet, he looked at Willow sitting on the bed.
Then he saw Gina sitting further away looking at him with no expression on
her face, which was beet red.  Was it from her exertion or her arousal, he
wondered for a second.  His mind was all over the place.

   He looked back at Willow as he steadied himself, then he took a step
toward her, pulled his right arm back and swung it as hard as he could
manage.  He had enough strength left that his slap across Willow's face
knocked her across the bed.  As he hit her, the pain made her cry out, but
then she was silent.

   She slowly sat up and looked at him expectantly.  He stared at her with
a face twisted in pain and hatred.  He got ready to swing again.  He lifted
his arm up, but then he froze.

   She waited a moment and then said, "Go ahead, Lawson.  I want you to
hurt me as much as you want to.  You have the right to do whatever you want
to me now.  I have to pay for what I just did to you.  I know you aren't a
violent person, especially towards women.  I'm not a woman, I'm a monster.

   "So whatever you want do to me, I will cooperate.  You can do what Gina
did to you.  She doesn't want me to say this, but I have some ideas for
some things you can do to me that are even worse than what she did.  They
will really humiliate me sexually, as well as cause a lot of pain.  Just
ask, and I'll be glad to tell you my ideas.  It's your turn now, Lawson."

   While she was speaking, he stared at her horrified.  What kind of woman
was this?  How had he ever believed she was normal?  He looked around and
saw his clothes on the coffee table.  Slowly and methodically, he put them
on and walked out without looking at either of them.



   They must have quit his club, because he never saw them there again.  He
didn't see Willow at work for three months, and one day, he wondered
whether she had quit.  He called her extension, and when she picked up, he
hung up.  He felt stupid because he was sure she knew who had called.

   Eventually, he did see her as he was coming into the lobby one morning.
As soon as she saw him, she spun around and went out the entrance.  This
happened twice in six months.

   Exactly six months from Gina's birthday party, he came to work and found
a voice mail on his phone from Willow.

   "Hi Lawson," her voice said.  "I wanted to give you some space, but I
have to remind you that I never paid you for what I did.  Take as long as
you want to decide.  Like I told you, I've got some ideas for you because
your mind may not be sick enough to think up really terrible things to do
for revenge.  Remember, I'll do whatever you want.  Just call me.  I heard
through my spies that you've been dating a couple of really nice girls in
the last few months, and that makes me happy.  I wish you a wonderful life.
I'm fine, but mentally I'm in a weird place.  I don't think I can ever get
over what I did to you, but I know I'll feel a little better once I pay my
debt.  That's all.  Sorry to bother you.  But don't forget to call when
you're ready.  Bye."



   He called her at work on the morning of Gina's birthday, and when she
heard him say hello, she sounded happy.  "I'm so glad to hear from you,
Lawson," she said.  "Today is certainly an appropriate day.  Do you want us
to come over to your place tonight, or would you rather do it at our
apartment.  We can set up the video cameras for you, if you like, so you
can take home a souvenir.  Do you want both of us there, or just me?"

   "I just want you tonight," he said.  "I'll come over to your place."

   "That will be great," she said.  "And you're absolutely right that it
doesn't have to be just tonight.  There could be more nights.  It's all up
to you.  Anyway, I want to thank you.  You might think it's strange, but
you've made my day."

   When she ushered him into their apartment, he saw that it was set up the
same way it had been a year ago, including the lights.  He saw the cameras
on the tripods.

   "Before we begin, I'd like to sit down at the kitchen table and explain
a few things," he said.

   "Sure," she said.  "I understand.  I'm looking forward to hearing what
you've got in mind."

   When they sat down, he looked at her silently for a few minutes.  She
seems so happy, he thought.  She just can't wait to be degraded.  Finally,
he spoke.

   "I'm sorry, Willow," he said, "but I can't help you.  I hope this is the
last time I will ever talk to you, and if I see you at the office, it will
definitely be by accident.  I'm not going to take revenge on you.  I can
tell you're disappointed, but I've thought about it, and I can't do it."

   Her face began to cloud.  "What's wrong, Lawson?" she said.  "I know you
hate me, so something is holding you back.  I can help you get through it.
You know you need to do this to get closure."

   "No, I don't," he said, "but I think you do, Willow.  And you know what?
I'd actually like to help you get this behind you.  I wish I knew how.  But
I just can't go for the revenge business."

   "Damn it, Lawson," she said.  "You aren't making sense.  Why can't you?
You have to tell me why before I can help you." He saw her starting to cry,
and then blurted out what he had sworn to himself he would never say to
her.

   "Damn it yourself, Willow," he said.  "OK, I'll tell you, but it will
make you as sick as it makes me.  I can't do anything to you because I'm in
love with you.  Did you hear me?  Isn't that the stupidest thing you ever
heard?"

   As he said this, he looked at her, and saw her mouth was moving but
nothing was coming out.  Her eyes were wide, and she looked like she was in
shock.  Then he saw her nostrils flare and without warning she swung her
hand at his face and slapped him so hard he nearly fell over.  The sound
when she made contact was like a gunshot, and he was so startled that he
yelled, "Ow!"

   "I'm sorry I had to do that, Lawson," she said.  "What you said was just
too sick.  You need to snap out of whatever has gotten into you.  Please
don't tell me you liked what Gina and I did to you and you want more.  I
never figured you for a masochist."

   Lawson laughed a bitter laugh.  "You're so right, Willow," he said.  "I
am sick.  After everything you did to me, I should hate you.  I tried to
deny it to myself for a long time, but finally I said, to hell with it.  I
admit it.  I'm a pathetic loser, and that's all there is to it.  So
goodbye." He stood up.

   "Oh no!" she screamed at him.  "You're not going anywhere.  You can't
say that to me.  That's not fair.  That's mental abuse.  I told you that
you could do anything you wanted to my body, but I didn't give you
permission to torture my mind like this.  Sit down.  You can't leave here
until I show you how you're deluding yourself."

   "What are you talking about, Willow?" he said.  "I know my own mind.  I
know I disgust you, but you'll never see me again.  I don't wish anything
bad on you.  I hope you and Gina have a wonderful life together."

   "Shut up!" she screamed.  "Don't talk like that.  You can't be in love
with me.  You have to see that."

   "Why can't I?" he said.  "Why does that bother you so much?  Your mind
is so weird, but thanks to you and Gina, I think I can handle anything now,
no matter how bizarre.  So tell me why you are so upset."

   "I can't tell you," said Willow.  "I can't tell you, because -- because
it would kill you."

   "Now you're lying," he said.  "You and Gina are so twisted that you've
twisted yourselves into a pretzel.  And you've got some dirty secret that
you won't tell me, probably because it's more disgusting and humiliating
than anything I could do to you.

   "Maybe it has something to do with my revenge.  Why are you so anxious
for me to hurt and mortify you?  Are you and Gina going to film it and sell
it to someone?  What weird thing are you hiding from me this time?

   "You said you're willing to do whatever I want.  OK, here's what I want.
I want you to tell me your sick secret right now.  I can see you're scared
to death, so I know I've asked you for the one thing you'll never do for
me. Am I right?  Now I'm going to leave."

   Willow put her hands on her ears and screamed again.  "No!  No!" she
said.  "You can't go.  That's not fair.  You can't do that." She broke down
and began sobbing.  Lawson sat looking at her without saying a word.  She
cried for what seemed to him a half-hour, although it was only five
minutes. She kept looking at him through her tears, as if she was waiting
for him to take pity on her.  It took all his strength to keep a blank
expression on his face and say nothing.

   "All right," she finally said.  "You are the most cruel man I've ever
met.  I'll tell you truth.  You can't be in love with me, because I'm in
love with you.  That's driving me crazy, but I'm working on dealing with
it. But if you are in love with me -- and I know you're not -- I'm ready
for the insane asylum."



   The next three months were hell for him.  Willow said if he tried to
call her or get in touch in any way, she might commit suicide.  He felt
like he was mourning her.  She was with him every day in his thoughts, but
she was gone for good.

   Slowly he began to pull his way out of his pit of misery.  He forced
himself to begin dating.  The first few dates were disasters, until he
decided that he was going to have to act happy around other people or he'd
make them as miserable as he was.

   Then Gina called.  He was shocked to hear her voice.  All she said
before she hung up was, "It's Gina.  Willow's yours.  You can call her."

   They were married six months later.  Gina was the proud maid of honor
who cried more than the bride.  Willow asked him on their honeymoon how he
would feel if she ever cheated on him with Gina.  He said that he didn't
want to ever hear about such a thing -- and only once a month maximum.

   "You idiot," she said.  "It might be once a year.  I don't even want to
do it, but I owe Gina so much.  Think about it.  She's the one who brought
us together -- twice."

   Gina remained her best friend, and she spoke to her every day until Gina
met someone at her new club whose body looked amazingly similar to
Willow's. The daily calls became weekly calls and then monthly calls.

   Every year they celebrate Gina's birthday, without Gina, at the same
fancy restaurant where they were with her.  During their meal, Lawson
always makes a toast to the strange and wonderful night that brought them
together.

   Each year, Willow performs another ritual.  After the waiter leaves the
dessert menus, she says to Lawson, "Why don't we skip the dessert and go
home.  You've made me the happiest woman in the world, but I still need to
pay my debt for the most evil thing I've ever done in my life.  Tonight, I
want you to force your large thing into my ass for the first time and
ravage it until I bleed.  I want you to go down the list I've made of all
the things that would hurt and humiliate me and check them off one by one
as you do them to me.  Until you do that, I can never be sure that you
really love me."

   Each year Lawson listens to this recital with a smile on his face.  Then
he says, "Thank you, Honey.  That sounds so exciting, but tonight I'm more
in the mood for dessert." Then they order.

   While Willow and Lawson mostly socialize with other couples, she also
sees her old lesbian pals, and sometimes the two of them are the only
straight people at one of her old friend's parties.

   Whenever that happens, Lawson is the center of attention.  As the women
gather around him, one of them usually says something like, "I saw what you
did to steal Willow away from Gina.  I can't believe any normal man would
endure something like that for the woman he loves.  You are like a knight
from the Middle Ages."

   Lawson always laughs.  At first he told Willow that he wished Gina would
stop showing the video to everyone, but Willow reminded him that she had
edited the birthday present and destroyed the original files.  His face
doesn't appear anywhere on the video, so unless the women ever see him
naked, they will never know for sure that Gina is telling the truth.

   Eventually, he decided to go along with Gina's version of the birthday
party -- that he was proving his love for Willow.  Sometimes the truth is
harder to explain than fiction.
   

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