A Bestiary of Unnatural Women by Ashley Zacharias Page B

So please, please let me down
from here.”
    He looked at the tears that were flowing
freely down her cheeks.
    “There’s more. I want to hear the whole
story.”
    “No. I don’t have any more secrets like that.
Nothing nearly as bad. I told you what you asked. Please let me
down.”
    “Not until I hear the whole story. What’s the
rest of it?”
    “Please. There is no more.”
    “Yes, there is,” he cajoled. “Come on now.
You’ve got most of it out. Give me the last little bit. The part
that you’re really ashamed to tell me. Get that off your chest and
you’ll feel a lot better. I want to stop the pain as much as you
do, so just come clean and let me release you.”
    “No. Please unlock me.”
    “Yes. Come on.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Let me know when you can.” He picked up the
book and began leafing through it again.
    She tried to rock backward to take some of
the pressure off her clitoris, but only succeeded in hurting her
rectum more. She groaned pitiably.
    “I didn’t tell him,” she shouted.
    “What?” Trevor looked up from the book.
    “I didn’t tell Brent. As soon as I was
diagnosed with the syphilis, I was so ashamed that I called Brent
and told him that I couldn’t go out with him any more. I didn’t
tell him why. He wasn’t that upset, we both knew that we weren’t in
love with each other. But I felt like such a slut, going out with
someone else behind his back and getting infected with a venereal
disease that I chickened out and never told him that I had the
syph. That I might have given it to him, too. I was a total coward
and, for all I know, he might have got it from me and never got it
diagnosed and died of it. Oh, God. I’m so sorry. I should have told
him. I should have had more guts. I’m so sorry.” Tears were flowing
freely down her cheeks and dripping off her chin.
    “Where is he now?”
    “Brent? I don’t know. I never spoke to him
again. That was four years ago. He could be anywhere. Please let me
down. I’ve done what you asked. I’ve told you the most terrible
thing that I ever did. Please. The pain is terrible.” She was
sobbing so loudly that she could barely get the words out.
    “I’ll let you down as soon as you make me a
promise.”
    “Anything. Whatever you want. I want to give
you a blowjob. Okay? It’ll be great. Let me down and I’ll give you
the best blowjob ever.”
    “No. That’s not it. You have to promise me
that you’ll find Brent and tell him the story that you just told
me.”
    “What?” she shrieked.
    “You heard me. You’ll find Brent and you’ll
confess and you’ll make sure that he got proper treatment and
you’ll ask him to forgive you.”
    “I can’t do that,” she howled.
    “Then I can’t let you down.”
    “Please. Have mercy on me. Please.”
    “Have mercy on Brent. Find him and tell him
everything.”
    “Okay. Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll tell him
everything. I’ll make it right.”
    “And you’ll record the phone call and play it
for me.”
    There was a long pause while Cindy’s sobs
filled the room. “Okay. I’ll record the call.”
    “Good. I’ll find out how to patch a recorder
into your phone. You can try to find his number, but don’t make the
call until I’ve got the equipment set up.”
    “Okay.”
    He walked to the rear of the horse and
plucked the handcuff key off the hook.
    As soon as her hands were unlocked, she
pushed herself off the saddle as best as she could and held herself
up while he unbuckled her legs and lowered the stirrup.
    She spent the next half hour naked, curled up
on the sofa with her head pressed to his chest, soaking his shirt
with her tears.
    He liked that even better than getting a
blowjob.
    The next day, Trevor found a device at Radio
Shack that fit between the phone and the wall socket and would
record calls to her computer. He showed her the device and
explained how to use it. He had her start recording all her calls
just to make certain that it was working properly, but