When Janice got up to dress Wayne pushed her back into a chair. She remembered that they had sex nearly every week, sometimes in his office, sometimes at his house and sometimes at her house. Wayne started to pump himself hard into her, his rape seemed to last an eternity, Ruth reached out and held Janice’s hand as he abused her. Her hands were still fastened behind her back. Ruth was silent. The box was taking her memories, her life and somehow she knew it was storing them all for itself and Mea to view. When Janice entered Wayne’s office he was by himself, he smiled and gave Janice a quick kiss. Several other memories of wonderful sex with Stephen went through her mind. She could remember vaguely think in her drunken stupor that he could be getting her pregnant. “You like that, huh? She put her chin up and walked past them ignoring their looks but again she found it a thrill exhibiting herself.
