On your feet, he quickly clarifies, as he and the other two rise to their feet. I dont know where Im going, but instinct guides me easily to the top of the house, to the room under the front gable before the bank of windows. There is no moon, but the stars shine brightly though the skylight above.
Lay on the floor like you did on your parents sun porch, Im told. The shuffling feet of three men raises the dust and makes the floors creak. It would seem the room has been abandonedand such a nice room it could be in the daylight. As the men take seats on wooden crates scattered across the floor, I lie down on the gritty hardwood and begin to play with myself.
Pull the ropes, he tells me.
As though Im falling back in time, I grab the rope and firmly pull. With this cruel humiliat
