“Yes, very.”
“Well, then, why do it? You have a choice, you know. We can simply put the lid on the jar and…”
“No,” she interrupted.
“Good,” he smiled. “I must admit, Mrs. Ryan, you surprise me. Yet, there is something of the Old Testament in this don’t you think? I mean, the beautiful and innocent Eve seduced by the serpent.” He pulled on the rubber gloves. “Will it be necessary to restrain you?”
“No,” she said.
“Then perhaps you’d better lie down. They have been waiting for a long time.” He patted the side of the glass and turned to her. “Are you ready?”
All week she had been thinking of him, of Stein, knowing that he would...would...do something, would be different, would understand what she needed. But no one could possibly have imagined this...this giving herself to those slimy
