and go. Please," I pleaded, but my pleas fell on deaf
ears, ears unable to hear anything but the sounds and
words spoken in his imagination.
"Oh, Leigh . . Leigh, my darling Leigh." His
hand groped about until he found my left wrist and began to pull me toward him. I tried to resist, but I was so weak and so tired, I could barely put up a struggle. I was sure he was taking that as a form of encouragement. "We'll make love through the night, just as we did before, and if you want, you can call me
Daddy."
Call him Daddy? What horrible thing was he
suggesting?
Tony's hand was on my shoulder and he was
lowering his face toward mine, bringing his lips to
mine. I pulled my head back, but his other hand was
on my waist, gripping it tightly. Without the full
strength of my lower body, I was at a great disadvantage.
"TONY! STOP! STOP!"
His hand moved up my waist to my breasts and
he moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, my Leigh, my Leigh."
I broke free of his grip on my left wrist and
swung down at his left hand, catching him on the
forearm and driving his fingers from my bosom. The
blow shocked him.
"TONY! STOP! I'M ANNIE! AND YOU ARE
DOING A TERRIBLE THING, A THING YOU
WILL REGRET FOREVER!"
My words finally found their target. He froze in
a sitting position. To dramatize my resistance, I
leaned forward and pushed on his chest with both my
hands, driving him back. The effort took all my
strength and I collapsed against the pillow.
"What?" he said, as if he heard voices I couldn't