Chapter Fourteen
The Others
I opened the door and pointed at Dooley. Then I went back to my chair next to the bed. Frank sat in a chair on the other side of the bed directly across from me. Lisa lay on the bed. She had put on her red heels and pulled the red silk slip across her body so that it covered her breasts and p***y. Dooley stood in the doorway staring at her, his face a blank, his eyes unblinking and mean. Although she’d felt his hands on her and at the General’s he’d kissed her, she had never sucked or f****d the impassive black man. At first, Lisa drew her legs together and looked away from him but, after a moment, she turned back forcing herself to meet his gaze. Once again, she’d become a frightened little girl.
As he removed his shirt and then his trousers, Dooley c
