Eventually Amy spoke again. “When you seemed surprised—at the performance…?”
“That? It was just because they were doing it in public. I’ve played games like that. But always behind closed doors. I guess I’ve done it but not watched it before. Why do you ask? You didn’t seem upset.”
“No, I wasn’t. It was… exciting, actually. More than I’d dreamed it would be. It’s just… I didn’t ever think it would actually happen. To me, I mean. To have it happen, and know it was real, that I couldn’t get away and he really would do as he wanted with me, and that what I felt didn’t matter…” Amy’s head nestled against Paula’s neck and one more shudder ran down her body. “It’s strange. I don’t want to be treated this way. But at the same time I do… It feels mad, and yet it feels… I don’t know…”
“Oh, Amy
