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Thursday, August 26, 2004

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 18 (Inside comment)

posted by Cat @ 6:57 PM

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At 6:58 PM, Blogger Cat said...

CHAPTER 18


Tony knocked at Cassandra’s door. Not that he had any real hope of seeing her. Why would she trust him? This would never work.

“Who is it?”

“Cassandra, its Tony. Could I talk to you?”

“Are you here for Michael?”

“No. I’m here for myself. Please, I just want to talk. We had far more in common than you know.”

To Tony’s amazement, the door opened and Cassandra stepped aside.

“All right, let’s hear it.”

He followed her to the den area and sat down. The house was large—a house built with old money. Cassandra lived alone. He could see the reflection of the backyard pool on the floor to ceiling windows, which made up the back wall. The story of her accusation was playing on the television news. She listened a minute and turned it off. “Okay. What do you want?”

“Look Cassandra. We both know Michael didn’t do what you’re accusing him of. He can be a ruthless business man and a fierce competitor, but he’d never abuse a woman. So, why are you accusing him? You obviously went through a lot of pain and trouble for some very strong reasons. I just think there are better ways of getting what you want.”

“Oh, you do? Well, I disagree. Men, like him think they’re untouchable. They think they can do whatever they like with people and throw them out when they’re through like so much garbage. That’s what Mr. Samisen thinks, and I’m going to prove him wrong.”

“Cassandra, he never hurt you. I don’t know who you got to rough you up, but you and I both know it wasn’t Michael.”

“Oh, you know, do you? How many times have you slept with him?”

Tony shook his head in disgust. “I won’t even dignify that remark with an answer.”

“The answer is you haven’t. So you don’t really know, do you? Men are different the bedroom. He has moods. Sometimes, he gets angry. I don’t know why. He takes it out on me.”

“I don’t believe that, Cassandra. I don’t think Michael would do that.”

“Well, you don’t know. He likes rough sex. Did you know that? He likes to tie me up. You wouldn’t have suspected it, would you? He always seems so nice.”

Tony threw up his hands. “Look Cassandra. I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. He didn’t do it, and a few bruises won’t prove that he did.”

Cassandra laughed. It was a bitter sound. “You don’t think I’d go through all this without proof, do you?”

Tony waited for her to go on.

“Michael was kinky in more ways than you know. He liked to film our little adventures. Didn’t know that, did you?”

“What are you getting at?”

“I would think would have been obvious—even to you.”

Tony leaned forward. “Well you were wrong. It’s not obvious to me. Explain it to me.”

She gave him a bright smile. “I have the entire beating on film. Every agonizing minute.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Well the DA believed it, and he saw the tape. When you see Michael, give him a message for me.”

“I don’t think he wants to hear a message from you.”

Her eyes grew cold. “Tell him that I forgive him.”

 
At 6:53 AM, Blogger Cat said...

Hi Signme1,

Glad you're enjoying the story. Hope the pictures help. On a lot of the stories I wrote I have this wild urge to post a picture here and there, but don't know how. I am really enjoying posting these and adding the little tidbits of history.

Thanks for posting,
Hugs,
KK

 

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