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Nothing but rumble for perhaps five seconds. Then we heard an opening door. And then there was a long, lingering chuckle that made my hair stand on end. The fidelity was worse than an answering machine, with no high end at all; the hiss noise was as loud as the signal, or louder. But the menace, the confidence, came through clearly. It was a happy chuckle. A jolly chuckle.

"'...and finish her off in mid-air...'" he said jovially, quoting an old limerick. He had a pronounced Brooklyn accent. "But maybe not literally. That's a perfectly nice bed... and there's no reason to tire my legs out. Come-unh!-with me, sweetheart..." There were further sounds of effort. "Why pretend to resist," he asked rhetorically, "when you still have your legs open? Ah, that's better... flip you-oof!-over... in for a landing... there! My, you look charming... nice the way they still stick out even though you're on your back... charming expression... eyes... mouth" There were sounds of hasty undressing. There there were other sounds. Apparently penetration required considerable effort. Which he seemed to enjoy.

He talked to her as he raped her. Jocularly, if a bit breathlessly, of the jumping jack and of jumping dick. A funny guy. He chided her good-naturedly for her lack of response. Happily his patter didn't last long. As I had deduced from the start, he was a premature ejaculator.

He said things as he climaxed that I don't think I could repeat under hypnosis. I erased them from my mind as I heard them. Then there were only the sounds of him manhandling her back into her original location in mid-air, the barely audible sounds of clothing being collected, and the sound of the door closing behind him. He had left it open throughout. He said nothing after orgasm, as though Sherry had ceased to exist for him as even a make-believe person at that instant.

Mary stopped the tape.

Copyright 1992 by Spider Robinson .