“How old were you and how old was he? If I remember right, you were about fi fteen and he was at least twice your age. Before doing body massage, it was all smooth. Hearing the sound of pounding massage, knuckles crackling and murmurs, I was curious about what was happening behind the curtain. But we were all used to listening - just Do The Business.
“Later you screamed. I peeped. He was on you. Your arms were opened to each side. Your shin was kicking. I couldn’t see your face or the rest of you. Then there was another scream. The pig’s. I guessed you hit his balls. Whatever, that really hurt him. You were scared. He was furious. You were more scared. He lifted you up with his left hand squeezing your throat and his right hand slapping your face really fast. Too fast. I ran over. Your sadly beautiful look only made me want to beat him to death. If you didn’t stop me, I probably would have. You know?”