"You know. Betts, and… and things. He's got some screws he puts on me down there that really turn me on. And then… then he fucks me. And ohhhhh, ohhhhh, God that makes me feel good!"

Betty could see her friend was almost in ecstasy right there in the lunchroom. Again Betty turned around and saw those guys still sitting there, laughing now, hitting one another. She was sure she and Annie were the butt of some dirty joke. Frowning, the girl turned away, touching her friend lightly on the shoulder.

"Why? I mean, why do you do it? Does it feel that good… I mean, really?"

Annie stared back, shrugging her narrow shoulders and checking the time.

"Seems that way. If you're interested why don't you come over and watch?"

"What?" She couldn't have heard right. Betty gripped her books more tightly.

"I've gotta go to the john. Just talking about it made me all hot, all over. I'll be back," Annie whispered, sliding out from her chair and walking quickly through the double doors.

Betty sat there, staring at the table top. She was hot. Oh God, was she hot! And it was worse, far worse than it had been for a long time. She thought about what her girlfriend had said about all that fucking, about all that bondage! Something was responding in Betty. It was something dark, something she buried down deep inside her. She sat there, her fingers tightening around her books. Immoral. That's what it was. Her mother would have screamed in horror if she had known what her daughter was thinking about Wednesday night. Annie had said she could come over and watch… maybe even take part! No, that would be asking too much.

"Hey, baby, you look all lonesome. Want some company?"