"Okay, out."
Everything for the next few moments was a blur. Arlette was so excited that she could hardly breathe normally. She was walking up a path, standing before a door, then finding herself inside the house. Jack was telling her to move forward, one hand pushing between her shoulderblades. There was the smell of stale tobacco in the house as she walked past a darkened kitchen, a bathroom, and finally into a back bedroom. The shutting of the door behind her brought the girl around.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Rings hung on the wall to either side of the small headboard. An image of her mother, her arms stretched over her head while Jack hunched over her, flashed through Arlette's mind with an accompanying fear. Somehow the stud seemed bigger than before. When he approached her, Arlette felt suddenly terrible vulnerable and terribly afraid. She flinched back, shrinking against one wall and half turning around, raising her right shoulder protectively up against her chin.
"Little girl find herself biting off more than she can chew, huh?" Jack said, guessing her thoughts. "Maybe so. But we're gonna find out about that now."
Arlette watched with big eyes as Jack slowly began unbuttoning his Levi's. Perhaps, she thought hazily, this wasn't such a very good idea after all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Uhhhhhh…"
Arlette groaned through the jockstrap Jack had stuffed in her mouth and attached in a tight knot around the back of her head. The odor and taste of sweat mingled with her spittle was nearly overpowering, making the girl heave dryly, fighting down the desire to drown herself in her own vomit. Things had taken a decided turn for the worse.