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I found the X-9 at all.

You all right?

Don't be worried, you know.

I think we were wet though.

Okay, ready?

What about the interest rate due to the tour of Amherst?

I think it's going to be about 6,000,

then down to 3,000.

That's the deal.

Interesting.

I told you, darling, it is what you wanted so quickly.

I'm so impatient.

Cash in prison for a wedding reception?

Even Jack Porter was involved for the rest of the night?

Yeah, I told you.

No, thanks, brother.

You come after a certain book, you'll call me a new crime.

I don't think so.

I'm preaching a picture, I'm not a necessary qualification.

I'm not from a poor family.

I've been lectured to by people who have had an anus in the last place.

Sounds like my first real stepfather.

Not a chance anyway.

All the same, I'm going to do me a favor and turn to Jimmy Potter's Mario Gargan.

He's perhaps a bad man.

You have to find him.

Well...

and quitting like a lot of women.

A lot of bloody, tenuous wonders.

I put them all down the mine, Dr. Splinter drove.

I don't want to tell you I've never seen a shower in the barn.

God, what a clown.

I don't want to be...

that awful.

I don't like that guy.

Hard

Baby.

Oh boy.

Oh, shit.

That was good.

How was it?

Beautiful.

No, seriously, I want to know.

Really.

It was fine.

Did you come? I couldn't tell her.

Jeb...

I did.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that.

You're so much younger than I am.

Still can't believe a girl like you would want to marry a man like me.

You know, I'm nervous.

What about?

About meeting Terry.

What's he like?

Like any other teenage kid, 17.

Hard to understand.

Harder to get along with.

He wants to be an artist.

I hope you two will be friends.

I'll try.

We'll be friends. We'll be good friends.

Well, Terry baby, tomorrow's your big day.

You meet your new mama.

Don't be a smart ass.

Hey, what's the big idea?

I know what's happening tomorrow.

Well, I was just trying to keep your morale up.

When I need my morale kept up, you'll be the first to know.

Stop it, Tukahonis.

Don't mock me.

The only morale I need from you, baby,

is a surrender of your body.

Tell me, baby, why do you hang around me all the time?

Is it because you like my drawings?

Or maybe being a poor Chicano from the wrong

side of the tracks, you like the big house.

Tell me.

Come on, baby.

Why do you hang around me all the time?

Come on, fuck me. Please fuck me.

Tell me.

Because you're the best fuck I ever had.

Would you fuck a dog for me?

Yes.

Would you fuck a horse for me?

I can't hear you.

Yes!

Oh, baby.

Perfect.

Kelly! Kelly!

Hello darling.

Hello mother.

You look marvelous.

You sounded so depressed on the phone, I thought you would look terrible.

There's a problem.

Whatever the problem is, it's doing you a world of good. You look radiant.

I don't know how to begin to tell you all this.

It has something to do with Jed.

You're leaving him?

No.

No, I'm not leaving him.

You caught him with another woman?

No.

You're having an affair.

My God, darling, you've only been married three months.

Is he married?

No.

No, he's not married.

He's black.

Oh my God, he's black!

No, mother, he's not black.

He's not Jewish?

No, no!

What does he do for a living?

He's a student.

In law school, dental school? Where?

Mother, I'm having an affair with Terry.

Terry?

Your stepson? That Terry?

Mother, I called you because I need somebody to talk to.

I'm...

I'm...

Does Jed have any idea?

Does anyone else now?

No, no one.

I mean, he hasn't told any of his buddies in his gym class.

No, I'm sure he wouldn't.

How could it happen? How did it all start?

I felt uncomfortable the first time Jeb brought me home.

Every time Terry and I talked, everything he said to me had a double meaning.

And yet, I didn't stop him or tell Jeb or anything.

I realize now that I probably wanted to hear everything he was saying to me.

I was excited by him.

He's an excellent artist and he expects to

major in art after his high school graduation.

But I know now, sitting here, talking this

way, that maybe I wanted something to happen.

It would have stopped if I had told his father

about it when it all began, but I didn't.

I just didn't.

Hello, Mama.

Terry, I don't know why you take every

opportunity to try and make me feel uncomfortable.

I really would like to be your friend.

Just my friend?

I'm sorry, Kelly. Really.

Friends?

Hey, Kelly, let me get some sketching done of you here.

What, the way I'm dressed?

Well, sure, I've caught you candid around the house, but...

I want you to sit still for me once. Okay?

Okay.

What do you want me to do?

Well, let me see here.

Put your feet up. That's it.

And your hand over here.

And turn this way.

Yeah, that's good.

I'm glad we're gonna be friends, Terry.

Yeah, so am I.

It'll make things a lot easier around here.

And besides, it'll make your father happier, too.

Yeah, anything to keep the old man happy.

Oh, come on. Your father's a beautiful man.

Besides that, he's very good to you.

Yeah, he's an angel.

I had no idea what he was sketching or what that day was going to lead to.

Maybe... maybe I just wanted him.

Finished.

Already? My God, that was fast.

Well, let me see it.

Are you sure you want to?

Well, the model does have it right.

Come on.

You son of a bitch!

You bastard!

We made love.

I didn't care about anything then.

Jeb or anything.

I just wanted his hands all over me.

I wanted him inside of me.

My dog!

No one has to know what's happening here.

Especially the old man.

He'll find out.

Not for me he won't.

Think I want to blow a beautiful relationship?

I feel so dirty.

Oh, Kelly, it's beautiful our making love.

It feels as though it's dirty.

Oh, stop it, Terry.

Do you want me to tell you how I feel?

No.

Well, I'm going to anyway.

That day you walked in here with the old man, I just wanted to jump all over you.

Stop, please.

Having you around these three months has just been torture.

I'd listen for the sounds coming from your bedroom.

The old man would be fucking you and I'd hear those sounds, your sounds.

Knowing he could never satisfy you.

Stop. Please stop.

Am I wrong?

Did he really make you happy?

Or did he just get himself off, flop his ass around and fall asleep?

How many times did you have to do it yourself?

How many times, Kelly?

Stop!