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so light I can even run with it.”
    â€œNow please go.”
    â€œFirst undress for me. Later I go.”
    â€œI don’t want to undress. I want you to go. You got what you wanted. All this must sound trite. But you got what you wanted. You want a blender—a little valuable statue also, but the blender almost brand-new, take them. I’m not feeling well anyway.”
    â€œBlenders and toasters you get nothing for and statues can be traced. And you look fine.”
    â€œI’ve the flu. That’s what my hacking’s all about, maybe if not here then when I was coming upstairs. I’m also having my period. Besides that I’ve this terrible yeast infection down there that will end up in anybody’s body—the genital area—that I come in contact with. It won’t be worth it. You’ll have to go to a doctor. It’s quite crummy looking and will itch like mad for you when you get it. Just go. I won’t report you.”
    â€œI’ll see if you have infections and periods. Get undressed or I’ll stick this in you now.”
    He puts the knife to my throat and motions me to stand. We stand and I take off my jacket and start taking off my blouse. He rips the blouse down when I get some of the buttons undone. He squeezes my nipples and steps back to observe them. “How come they don’t get erect? Usually when I play with them like that they get erect. But I like a woman without a bra. Easy street door and roof stairs and no bunkmate or bra, you made it simple for me. Now the rest of you. Make it quick and I’ll get out of here quick.”
    â€œGet out of here now. Please. I’m serious that I’m not well. And I swear I won’t report you. But if you hurt me in any way I’ll have to report you as I’ll have to go to the hospital and they’ll ask me and they’ll call the police and I’ll have to tell them about you. If they have your picture, I could recognize it without even wanting to.”
    â€œThey don’t have my picture. But if they did and even if I didn’t hurt you, you’ll go the police and look through a million pictures to find me. I’ve nothing to lose, whether I do anything more to you or not, that’s what I’m saying, so take off the damn rest of your clothes.”
    I shut my eyes and just stand there. He pulls my belt out, unzips the skirt and pulls it down to the floor, pulls the panties down to my ankles, slaps my calf, I pick each of myfeet up and step out of the panties and skirt and then he tugs on my sleeve and I take off what’s left of the blouse.
    â€œYou’re so hairy,” he says. “Not that I’m complaining. You’ve nice legs and tits though. Turn halfway around.” I do. “So-so. Now into the other room.”
    He sticks the knife into my arm and I feel the sharp end of it. I go into the bedroom with him beside me. He takes off his pants. He doesn’t have on underpants. He’s already erect. He motions me and I sit on the bed. He gets on the bed, lays the knife on the floor and says “Everything I want you do for me and don’t even get a little mean.” He grabs my head from behind and pushes it down till my cheek touches his penis and forces my mouth to the tip of it and says “Open your teeth and pull them back,” and jerks my head up and down on it so I have to open my throat all the way or choke while at the same time he puts his finger in my vagina and says “Wet…get wet…I want to go in easy.”
    He does this with my head and his finger for a few minutes. At one point I start gagging and feel I have to vomit and he hears me and releases my head but not his finger.
    â€œDon’t throw up on me, I warn you. I’d kill you just for that.”
    â€œI won’t.”
    â€œIf I’m too big, I won’t push you that far on me again—that’s my one