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don’t do me good, I’ll be sure to let you and Frank know,” he said, tapping the recorder once more with a bony finger. “The snotty bitch got a lot to learn and I could teach her, maybe better than Frank can.” He sat back, grinning and looking around the softly lit room. “To tell the truth, Billy, I’m gettin anxious to see this sexy little wife of yours.” He gestured for me to go into the kitchen. I turned on the water and let it run for a moment before turning it off. Then, I dragged a kitchen chair to the doorway and sat down. The kitchen entrance opens directly into the living room. Our apartment is very compact, so I could see the entire room except for a small dining area. I could easily hear all that they said.
    Lisa walked by without glancing at me. Her eyes stared straight ahead almost as if she were in a trance. She looked so small and fragile. She stood by the end of the sofa, facing Silk. Her back was towards me. “Well, well,” Silk exclaimed, “if it ain’t Miss Uppity! Make us a drink little Lisa and come back over here so I can get a good look at you.” She dropped ice into the glasses and poured two drinks. “You see the tape recorder?” Silk asked.
    “Yes, I do. It’s running.” She crossed to Silk and handed him his drink. Then, she stepped back away from him. I could see that she was trembling.
    “Know why it’s on?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, you better get your ass over here so Frank can hear what you say.” She moved up to stand in front of him.
    “Closer,” Silk said, “right here between my legs.” He spread his knees.
    She quickly drained her glass, placed it on the table, and three steps brought her to where he indicated. “Like this?” she asked.
    “That’s right.” He sipped his drink and slowly appraised her, his eyes hard and unblinking. “Billy is right. You sure are a good lookin woman, but you know that, don’t you. Your kind always does. Kinda smallish, but I seen how good you can do a big man like Frank.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Silk.” Her voice was expressionless, just as it had been on the nights when she described her encounters with Frank. Silk didn’t seem to notice.
    “I can see your titties right through that blouse. You wear it just for me?”
    “Yes.”
    “How come?”
    “I thought you might like it. That you might like to see me this way.”
    “You tryin to get old Silk excited?”
    “Frank wants me to please you.”
    Silk nodded his head and pointed to the recorder. “Frank says there’s two words you still have trouble sayin. He told me you need practice.” Silk waited. Lisa looked at the floor. “The words,” Silk said. “You got to learn to talk like the trash you really are.”
    Lisa raised her head. “I…I...don’t...” she began.
    “The words are ‘fuck’ and ‘cocksucker’,” he said. “Now, goddamn it, tell me what you want to do with this?” He grabbed his crotch.
    Lisa stared at the tape recorder for a moment. “I...I…want to...to...suck...your...your cock,” she stammered, the color rising to her cheeks.
    “And then what do you want?”
    “I...want...I want you to...to...fuck me.”
    “That’s better.” He sipped his drink and looked up at her. “Tease,” he said, “you know, tease me like you do for Frank.”
    She reached down and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, stopping just below her pussy. Then, she spread her skirt and rubbed the inside of her bare thighs. “Like this?” she asked.
    “Yeah, the way Frank taught you. The way I seen you get old Frank hot.”
    She moved her tiny hands up over her hips and blouse to cup her breasts. With her red pointed fingernails, she pinched her nipples. She stood like that and opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue circled her parted lips. Silk pointed to his belt.
    Lisa turned away, shaking her head. After a moment, she approached Silk again. She got down on her knees between his legs. She loosened the belt and pulled at his zipper. Silk leaned back.