Mom attempted to reply, “But…”
“Don’t interrupt me,” he chastised. “And given the fact that the two of you have seen my face and that I’ve already got a history with the local police, it certainly wouldn’t be smart for me to just leave…now would it?”
“Whoa, wait a minute.” I said. “What are you going to do to us?”
“Ha,” he chuckled aloud. “That’s not the question you should be asking yourself.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“The question you should be asking isn’t what I’m going to do to you, but what the two of you are going to do to each other.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said loudly. I’m fairly certain that was the first time I had ever used that particular profanity in the presence of my mother.
“Think about it, asshole. I really don’t have too many options now that you’ve seen my face.”
“What do you want from us?” Mom pleaded. “We’ve already given you all of our money. Please just leave us alone! I give you my word that we won’t call the police.”
“Are you finished lady?” He said glaring at her, almost daring her to say another word.
When Mom didn’t speak he continued where he had left off.
“The way I see it, this can go one of two ways,” he said very calmly. “One, I could make the two of you do something so bizarre that you would be too embarrassed to tell anyone about it, including the police.”
“Or two…well…I don’t really think I need to spell that one out for you, do I?” He said as he waved his gun in the air.
“Please just leave us alone,” I pleaded.
“Get up,” he commanded, “Both of you.”
As Mom and I rose to our feet the man took a few steps back so that he was standing at the foot of my mother’s king-size bed.
“Okay, this is what I want you to do,” he said with an evil glare.
Mom clutched my forearm firmly. Judging from the tight grip she had on me I started to think that she might have a panic attack or something.
Looking in our general direction he calmly said, “Strip.”
“What?” I questioned.
“You heard me. Strip,” he demanded. “Both of you!”
I opened my mouth and was only able to say the words “Please don’t…” before he stepped towards me with his gun raised, threatening to hit me in the head again.
“Don’t!” Mom cried out. “Please don’t hit him again. We’ll do whatever you tell us to do.”
Looking down at the ground Mom immediately began to comply with his order and I watched uncomfortably as she began to undress. Starting with her shoes and working her way up, Mom undressed hurriedly until the only thing left was a pair of baby blue bikini style panties and a matching bra. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to shield her body from this stranger.
“You too, asshole,” he sneered.
“You son of a bitch,” I grumbled as I proceeded to disrobe.
As soon as I had finished undressing the man looked at Mom and said, “Kiss him.”
I started to speak but before I could say anything the man shouted, “And don’t say a word or else I will knock the shit out of you again!”
Turning back to Mom he repeated himself, saying, “Kiss him.”
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