“Isn’t that enough? Or do you mean what he did to me?”
“Anything and everything you can tell me, Miss Flannery…”
“Then he started taking off his overalls—”
“Let’s get that fact straight,” Hemmings said. “Overalls are what farmers wear, if you follow me. They have straps over the shoulders, and a sort of flap in front. Coveralls are what mechanics sometimes wear. They cover everything; they have sleeves. Which was he wearing?”
“Coveralls,” she said. “Black coveralls.”
“Black, or maybe dark blue?”
“Black,” she said firmly.
“Sometimes people who wear coveralls get them at work,” Hemmings said. “And they have embroidery on them, or little patches. ‘Joe’s Garage,’ or something like that. Or a name embroidered. Did you notice anything like that?”
“No,” she said, surely.
“When he took off his coveralls, did you notice what kind of underclothes he was wearing?”
“When I saw what he was doing, I closed my eyes.”
“And?”
“And said Hail Marys,” she said.
“And then what happened?”
“He wasn’t wearing a T-shirt,” she said, “an undershirt. I saw that much. He was barechested. He was hairy. He had a lot of hair.”
“And then what happened.”
“I felt him getting on the bed, and when I opened my eyes, he was on top of me.”
“Lying on top of you?”
“No! Kneeling, squatting, over me. Over my head. And he had all his clothes off.”
“And then what did he do?”
“He told me to suck it,” she said, bitterly.
“He meant his penis?”
“What do you think?”
“Was he erect? Did he have an erection?”
“No,” she said. “No. He said, ‘Suck it and make it hard.’”
“And he put his penis in your mouth?”
“He had his goddamned knife on my throat!”
“And forced his penis into your mouth?”
“Yes, God damn you, yes!”
“And did he ejaculate?”