The big man said, "What's happening, Frankie?"

Frankie continued holding the gun on Paula and said, "Nothing's happening, dummy. I'm trying to find out who else is in the house. She says only her daughter. Go upstairs and see if there's a girl asleep up there and bring her down here." Then Frankie looked at Paula and said, "If there's anyone else in the house except your daughter, lady, I'll blow your fucking head off. Get the picture?"

"Yes."

"You better get it."

"Please, leave my daughter alone," Paula said. "She's only a little girl."

"You hear that, Vic? We got a little pussycat. Go upstairs and bring her down. And make sure she doesn't scratch your eyes out."

Frankie and Vic laughed at each other, and Vic left the kitchen.

"Come over here," Frankie said to Paula. "Stand over here in front of me and turn around."

She trembled as she rose and moved toward him. Three feet away from him, she turned her back to him the way he'd asked her to.

She felt him move close to her and then a moment later she felt the gun in her back.

"Don't move," he said.

Paula gasped when she felt his hand on her ass. He squeezed her asscheeks through her thin robe and then his hand moved around in front to wander over her tits.

"Please, don't," she whimpered.

"Shut up. What's the matter, nobody ever feel your tits before? You got a nice pair. Nice ass too. Don't move or I blow a hole in your back." She stood there motionless while he fondled her tits. She wanted to cry, but somehow the tears wouldn't come.

His hand slipped inside her robe and he brutally pinched her nipples.

He hefted her tits with his hand, first one tit and then the other, then at last he pulled his hand away and told her to sit down again.

"You don't talk unless I tell you to," he said. "Just keep your mouth shut."