Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "ByGod,"shesaid,"you’reabsolutelyright.Iamworriedaboutmylife."

           Shecouldbarelyseehiseyesthroughthesunglassesashisvoicesoftened:"Takeyourhairoutoftheponytail."

           Shesatgrippingthewheel.

           "7saidtakeyourhairdown."

           Shereachedupandpulledabarretteout.Thenheundidthebraid,caressingherhair,sayinghowprettyitwas.

           Thenhechangedagain,becomingloudandmouthy."Youaresofuckingstupid,"hesaid."Jeeze,lookhowyagotyourselfinasituationlikethis."

           "HowdidIgetmyselfintothissituation?"

           "Lookatyourdress.Lookatyourhair.Yououghttaknowyouwouldattractattentionfromsomeonelikeme.Whatwereyoudoin’intheparkinglotatseven-thirtyinthemorning?You’resofuckingstupid."

           Donnathoughthewasrightinaway.Itwasherfaultforofferinghimaride.Shehadherselftoblameforwhatwasgoingtohappen.Thenshecaughtherselfandrealizedhewastakingheronaguilttrip.She’dheardofrapistsdoingthisbefore,andsheknewbetterthantofallforit.Butstill,shethought,whenyou’rehelplessandscaredtodeath,it’seasyfortheguysittingtherewithabigguntomakeyoufeelguilty.

           Sheresignedherselftowhatwasgoingtohappen.Thethoughtwentthroughhermind:Well,rapeisn’ttheworstthingthatcouldeverhappentome.