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read my mind. Would you?
- Sure.
I'm not too good at this.
Just know a few basic moves.
Just make it hurt,
and you're on the right track.
That's all I know.
- You have a great body.
- Yes.
Not a lot of scars.
That's true.
It never occurred to me.
I mean, some women I know
are covered with them head to toe.
Not me.
Horrible, ugly scars.
I'm just telling you, now.
I don't know.
I know when I was a kid...
I'd had my tonsils taken out.
After the operation...
they didn't have enough room
in Pediatrics.
So they had to put me in the burn ward.
But before they wheeled me in...
this nurse gave me...
this blindfold to put on...
and she told me never to take it off.
If I did...
they'd have to do the operation
all over again.
I didn't understand what my tonsils
had to do with my eyes, either.
But anyway...
that night...
at least I think it was night...
I had reached up...
to untie the blindfold...
and I saw...
Hello, again.
- Sorry about this. I was detained.
- Don't worry about it.
- So, how are you?
- Good.
I made it. You wouldn't... I'm here.
Let's go into my room
and get away from all this mess.
Your roommate was just dipping all day.
Put me to work.
I feel like a real SoHo artist.
What did you do to her?
I didn't do anything to her.
She was asleep.
I mean, she was tired.
- What do you mean what did I do?
- Easy. It was an innocent question.
Look, I'm going to take a quick shower.
I'll be right back, okay?
Sure. Yeah, I mean, I think a shower
would probably do you good.
You had a tough day.
I knew there was something special
about you.
I hope you don't have to
get up early tomorrow or anything?
No, I don't.
Because I think you're somebody
I can really talk to.
And tonight I feel like...
I feel like I'm going to let loose
or something.
I feel like something incredible
is really going to happen here.
I feel so excited, and I don't know why.
I feel it.
I'm glad you came.
Me, too.
Do you want to smoke a joint?
There's some in there, feel free.
No. Maybe later.
- Hello?
- Is Marcy there?
She can't come to the phone right now.
May I take a message?
- Could you just tell her Greg called?
- Sure.
Is she back?
- That felt good.
- Yeah.
- You want me to close the window?
- No, I got it.
Boy! Whoever used to live here
must have been a bodybuilder.
Who's Franklin?
The buzzer when I came over...
Hey, I thought I told you
to stay on the bed.
I'm gonna ask you to wait here
just one more minute. I promise.
- All right.
- You're the best.
- What, Paul?
- What?
- What did you say?
- I didn't say anything.
You didn't just say something just now?
No, I didn't say anything.
I could have sworn
I thought I heard you say something.
I didn't.
I don't think
I'll be able to sleep at all tonight.
What's that smell? Is that linseed?
- It's skin moisturizer. I have dry skin.
- Really?
Feels pretty soft to me.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
I think you're very nice.
Could we just talk a little while?
Of course. Sure.
Greg called.
How did that little faggot find out
I was staying here tonight?
Probably wants to whine to me
about his latest boyfriend.
Friends like that
are hard to deal with sometimes.
That's what friends are for.
- I know that, but I meant...
- I just can't deal with it tonight.
Did he want me to call him back?
He didn't say.
Since you answered the phone...
he probably figured I was...
I'm scared.
Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?
I was raped once.
As a matter of fact,
it happened right here in this room.
I lived here once.
He came in through there
off the fire escape.
He held a knife to my throat and said...
if I made any noise
he'd cut my tongue out.
He tied me to the bed.
He took his time. Six hours.
My God.
Was he... Did they get this guy?
Actually it was a boyfriend of mine.
To tell you the truth,
I slept through most of it.


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