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being in this elderly man’s home, completely naked, as if it was she who was taking advantage of him. But she didn’t really care. She needed his attention and she wasn’t willing to spend another day putting on a show for him from across the lawn. She wanted to take things farther. She looked down at her arm, at the red burn mark on it. Ben hadn’t even noticed it. She wanted to get even.

VII
    H ENRY LOOKED AT HER LONG and hard.
    —He’s hurting you, isn’t he?
    She was disarmed by the question.
    —Who? My husband?
    Henry nodded.
    Janey felt a tear fall down her cheek. It was true. He was hurting her.
    —He’s sleeping with his secretary, she said.
    —I see.
    Henry looked like he understood. Maybe he’d experienced some similar pain in his life, although she couldn’t imagine that he had.
    —I just feel, I don’t know, I feel like I need some
attention
.
    —That’s understandable, Henry said.
    He looked at her. His eyes moved from her face down to her breasts, and then to her thighs. Janey opened her legs, giving him a clearer view of her delicate vagina. He swallowed. She began rocking on the chair a little in anticipation for whatever was going to happen between them. She was so ready to get even with Ben that she could burst.
    —I just have one condition, Henry said.
    —What do you mean?
    —If we’re going to do this, I want you to promise me something.
    Janey looked into the old man’s eyes. She felt instinctively that she could trust him.
    —Ok, she said.
    —I don’t want you to use me as a crutch. I don’t want you using what we have as a means of coping with a bad relationship at home.
    —Ok, she said, more carefully.
    —Sometimes people need an escape. That’s fine. I understand that completely. But use the courage that you gain to face your fears and challenges, not to run away from them.
    Janey nodded. She wasn’t really ready to be dealing with the issue of Ben’s affair. She’d been telling herself that it would go away on its own. She’d hoped that by moving out to Sunny Oaks the affair would disappear. Now she had a complete stranger talking to her about it. Were her problems that obvious? She supposed they must be.
    —Please just take me upstairs, she whispered.

VIII
    H ENRY’S BEDROOM WAS ENORMOUS. It was decorated in a minimalist, modern style. Everything was sparse and simple but also very expensive. It was a very masculine sort of luxury. Janey saw the window that Henry stood at when he watched her. It was at one end of the room and at the other was the bed.
    —Nice view, Janey said and smiled.
    Henry nodded. He seemed quiet. There was a black, leather armchair with a steel frame by the bed and he sat on it.
    —Are you ok?
    He nodded again. He hadn’t spoken since they’d entered the room.
    —It’s just, it’s been a long time since anyone’s been in this room other than me.
    —Oh, Janey said. I’m sorry.
    —Oh no, child. You have nothing to be sorry for. In fact, you’re giving a beautiful gift to a very lonely old man. Don’t be sorry for one second.
    She nodded. She was still naked. It was growing accustomed to being in naked in his presence. She felt as comfortable with Henry naked as she did with most people clothed.
    —What do you want me to do? she said.
    Henry looked at her then as if seeing her for the first time. His gaze started on her feet and ankles and then made their way up her long, thin legs to her thighs, vagina, stomach, breasts, neck and finally her face. His eyes met hers. He motioned to the bed and she climbed onto it. It was the largest bed she’d ever been on. It must have been custom made. It was longer than the average bed but it was even wider than it was long. Even the mattress and sheets must have been custom ordered.
    —Sit and face me, Henry said.
    His voice was calm and kind but there was also no doubting that he was in control. He told her what to do in the manner of someone who was used to being obeyed. It was as if she