Lipstick Page #3

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Yeah.

Okay.

Could you call me from Seattle?

Bye-bye.

You forgot about today,

didn't you?

I did.

I did.

I'm-I'm...

I'm really sorry.

I know how

you must feel.

You don't know me.

How do you know

how I feel?

You f*** priests, too?

Get out of here!

( grunts )

What...?

What...?

( groaning )

What are you doing?

No!

What's so hot about you?

Nothing.

Your picture all over

the place? Huh?

What have you got,

heavy-duty friends... No!

...give you whatever

you want, huh? No!

You f*** to get

what you want?!

( screams ):

No! Huh?

( panting )

Where is it?

What?

That new red sh*t.

Where is it?!

I don't know.

( grunts )

Huh?

( groans )

Where is it?!

Huh?

Where is it?

Where is it?

I don't...

Where is it?!

I don't... in-in...

Hmm?

...in the bath... room.

Hmm?

( whimpering )

Come on.

Come on!

( panting )

( grunting )

( screaming ):

Help!

Help...!

( crying ):

Help!

( crying ):

Please, God, help me.

( grunts in frustration )

( bottles clattering )

( Chris gasps )

( glass shattering )

( Chris sobbing )

( stifled sobbing )

Put it on.

Put it on.

Please don't hurt me.

Oh, come on.

Hold still.

My...

( moans )

( groaning )

Nice?

Take a look.

Open your eyes.

You like it?

You like it, Chrissy?

Huh?

Yes.

Why?

( stammers ):

It-it's... nice.

Huh? Because it makes you look

good enough to f***.

Am I good enough

to f***?!

I-I never said...

Oh, no, no...

( sobs )

I want it on me.

I want it on me.

( screams )

Come on.

This is only the beginning.

( Chris groaning )

( moaning ):

No.

( dissonant electronic

music playing )

( groaning, sobbing )

( screaming )

Oh, my God!

You're killing me!

( screaming )

Shh.

Get off me!

Shh, shh.

God... help me!

Relax.

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

Relax.

Just open up.

No!

Open up.

Relax.

That's it.

Yes.

( muffled screaming )

( screaming )

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

Hey, sis, I'm home.

( dissonant electronic

music continues )

What's the matter?

Untie me.

No.

My sister was in here.

I heard her.

I heard her close the door.

( music stops )

Want to call her in?

Have some fun?

Please... please, untie me.

What'd she see?

You mean this is the first time

that Kathy ever walked in

on you?

You know what she's thinking

now, don't you?

"My sister... just made it...

with my favorite teacher."

( grunting )

Catholic education,

can't do a damn thing about it.

It's on all their minds.

( cutting cloth )

( sighs )

( Chris whimpering )

( Chris gasping )

( sighs )

Listen, Chris...

don't do this with anyone else.

( door closes )

Kathy?

( water running )

Kathy?

Kathy! Kathy!

I was... going

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