Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
“You told your attorney that Laurel had a way of getting things out of you. What did you mean by that?” Dr. Jones inquires.
“Exactly what I said.”
“Would you consider yourself a weak man, Dr. Hastings?”
Laurel’s name on her lips stirs something in me. Something that quite frankly needs to be disturbed. “Define weak?”
“I want you to think back on your encounters with Mrs. Dunaway. I’d like you to tell me about a time when Laurel won.”
This isn’t hard to do. Laurel won often. Sometimes I let her.
“I’m hungry,” she remarked one afternoon after we’d f****d. Neither of us had been in a particular hurry that day. Although, beforehand she had been angry, full of rage, as she sometimes was. s*x seemed to allow her to shed that part of herself. “Are you hungry?”
I w
