A cold shiver went through her. “I…I don’t know,” she said softly.
“Jesus, there ain’t nothin’ you won’t stoop to. Why? Why the f**k you gonna do that?”
“Because...because...Mr. Stein...I mean, I thought if you watched me...watched me...do it to...to Richie, it might help to make up for...might prove to you that...that I’m sorry.”
“It won’t prove nothin’. But I’ll like it. I’ll like seeing the college cunt suckin' my son’s asshole. Yeah, that’ll be real good.”
Stein gestured to Richie, “Get up there, up at the head of the bed. Get on your knees and bend over. Stick your ass in the air.” Slobbering and muttering unintelligibly, Richie followed his directions. His pale bony ass was streaked with sweat and dirt, the hairs in his crack matted together.
Vinnie looked over at Stein. “The
