“One is Pussy Slave, the other is Cunt Whore.”
“Which one is the virgin? Pussy Slave?”
“Hardly,” I laughed. “Lynette has probably experienced more male and female lovers than you can imagine. If you think that’s a big number, then Camille, who may or may not come over with Lynette and June, has had probably up to five times that amount. Camille lost count, but I’m pretty sure that Lynette has a diary with names that she has been offered a fortune for.”
“Camille?”
“She used to be my baby sitter,” I explained. “Actually, her sister was, but she tagged along. Lynette and Camille were captain and co-captain of the cheerleading squad this year. Part of their job was to offer their sexual services to any athlete that felt a bit frisky who didn’t have a girlfriend, or who did have a girlfriend but wasn’t that kind of girl. Having those two around prevented overdoses of testosterone that, a couple of years ago, resulted in the rape of our best friend.”
“Your best friend?”
“Patty Nadal,” I said. “She was my first regular lover, who came to my house in the mornings to give me oral sex after our first night with two of her friends in a park.”
“I’m getting confused,” Marla said.
“Something I did unintentionally seemed to reawaken the sexual side of Patty that she had thought was killed after her rape. Her way of thanking me was to come to my room every morning. Those actions made me have some frank talk with my mother about sex.”
“You have been pretty active!” Marla said.
“Actually, between my first experience, you, and then Patty, I think it took four or five days tops. It took a few weeks for my mother to believe that I wasn’t a dope dealer that was using drugs to get what I wanted from pretty girls.”
My story was interrupted by a mostly silent orgasm that Marla experienced from my fingers on her clit, and Kristen’s on her nipples.
Marla caught her breath after a few moments. “I always wondered why I felt so attracted to you back then. I still do, actually. I know why I’m here tonight, but last year I was acting as if I was somebody completely different.”
This was the part of the night with Marla that I was dreading. I knew that any second, I would blurt out about the tickets and how I was a total asshole.
“Jim found a way to get girls to do sexual things. The girls would think they were doing things on their own when they were doing what he wanted. He even did it with me, but after he did it with me, he realized that he loved me, and he discovered that it’s much better to do things naturally.”
Marla and I looked at Kristen. Kristen came up with a great way to describe what I did without revealing the existence of the tickets, and I was shocked. Marla was shocked for another reason.
“Is that why just about every letter I’ve received from you has an apology in it?”
I nodded, unwilling to open my mouth, afraid of what I would say.
“That’s so sweet!” Marla said. “You mean, you’ve been apologizing all this time for the willow tree?”
“That, and standing you up at the mall before you left to go home.”
“I thought it was the mall, and was always confused about that. One apology would have sufficed. I’ve never been angry about the willow tree!”
“But I tricked you!” I said.
“I didn’t dislike what I did,” Marla said. “I did it before, you know. In fact, I even told you then.”
“I know, but when I realized… I mean… I thought I was a low form of life. A friend of mine—June’s boyfriend, in fact—told me that you need to stop a rapist or he will strike again. His mom is a rape counselor.”
Marla shook her head. “That is true in only some cases, Jim. My mom’s job has her working with prisons, and today, most prisons don’t live up with the name ‘Correctional Facility.’ They are there to punish, and to create even more violent criminals when people serve out their terms. Her crusade is to return the concept of rehabilitation into the prison system. It’s an uphill battle, because everybody always points to people such as Charles Manson or Richard Speck or some other monster that can never be rehabilitated. But for every one of them, there are hundreds or thousands that can be rehabilitated; people who don’t know any better or who never had any opportunity to make something of their life.”
Marla’s face became animated, and it was obvious that this subject was close to her heart. “You didn’t know any better, and you met Kristen, and realized the error of your ways. Let me make a few guesses, OK?”
“OK.”
“You told Kristen what you did, she didn’t discover it, right?”
“Right.” I didn’t see the point of this questioning.
“You realized that you were a bad boy, or worse. I think you used the term ‘rapist.’”
I nodded again.
“I bet you have sought out every one of your supposed victims and begged for forgiveness, right?”
“Um…”
Kristen interrupted. “He has. Every single one. I know, because he told me about every single one.”
I nodded.
“Does this sound like a serial rapist to you?” Marla asked.
“Well, when you put it that way…”
“I’m not saying that a person that commits a crime should go unpunished. If he is sorry, truly sorry, he can be rehabilitated, and that is what my mother crusades for, and I will join her when I get my law degree. The ones that can be rehabilitated should be allowed to do so, and they should be separated from the hardened criminals who have no desire to leave a life of crime. You are living proof that a single mistake should not make a person a criminal for life.”
“That’s fine, but…” I said, conceding Marla’s point.
“As far as the term ‘rape’ is concerned, Jim, let me tell you something more. You said your friend was raped. Patty, right?”
“Yeah.”
“How did she react to it?”
“The rape?” I asked, surprised by the turn of the question. “Patty withdrew into herself. She didn’t go on dates. She lost all of her friends except a couple of very close ones, but she never told anybody about what happened. She also told me that she couldn’t even orgasm by herself.”
Marla nodded. “She should have undergone counseling, as it sounds as if it really affected her. However, such things are typical, believe it or not. Now, think about the people you tricked. Did any of them react that way?”
“Um…”
“I know that I didn’t,” Marla said, her voice very animated. “I was curious why I did something with a person that was more or less a complete stranger, but you didn’t damage my psyche. I actually enjoyed what we did. Ask how many real rape victims enjoy the act. I’ll give you the answer: none. Those people that have rape fantasies think that they might enjoy being taken like that, but a rapist isn’t interested in their fantasies. He’s interested in domination and subjugating his victim. The actual sexual act is secondary. In fact, studies have shown that many rapists are impotent. Think about that!”
Marla was really passionate about this subject. However, I couldn’t find any problems with her logic.
Kristen said, softly, “Jim had a real problem when Tiny told him ‘once a rapist, always a rapist.’ It was Patty that comforted him then. She was the rape victim. She was also one of Jim’s victims, but her reaction to Jim tricking her was that he awakened her sexuality, as Jim said. I’ve talked with her. She’s the one that got Jim and me together. We’ve talked privately together many times, and Patty even knew the trick that Jim employed. She’s still thankful that Jim showed her that she could enjoy sex once again. She thought that part of her—that part of her that made her a female—was killed.”