Chapter 5
Finally, he was able to get some idea of what she was talking about.
"That type of a man is a sadist," she said.
"That's right," he said, "a man who takes pleasure in another woman's pain, is indeed a sadist. And that isn't my bag at all. But like I told you I like to do it while others watch. But I have figured out a system, that will give me my kicks and at the same time not be too offensive to you honey."
"I'm dying of curiosity. Please tell me."
"All right baby I will," he agreed.
Now that she was able to get her curiosity satisfied he explained it to her.
"I like to project movies of people fucking. I like to have the projector at the foot of the bed. And then I watch. I really get a big charge out of seeing them fucking every which way. It sort of makes me think I'm getting two or three fucks at the same time."
"Wouldn't you say that you are a sexual glutton?" she asked curiously.
"Well maybe I am," he admitted, "I'll be honest."
"Well I'm glad you will try to be honest," she said, "as honesty about sexual matters is a rare commodity."
"I know it is," he said, "people get real uptight every time they think of sex. And it's disgusting."
The more she thought about motion pictures playing while he was balling her, the more she liked the idea.
"You know that would be kind of fun," she admitted, "why don't we try it?"
"Okay," he agreed, "I think it would be fun too."
At this point, he proceeded to the bedroom. She followed. She loved being behind him. He had such a beautiful walk, that it excited her just to see him in motion with no clothes on. When he got into the bedroom, he went directly to the closet. Then reaching up to one corner of the closet, he brought out a projector and a screen.
"Now baby," he smiled, "we're just going to show a few movies. And we're going to have a lot of fun. You'd better believe it."
He set the projector up and started the movies playing and as the pictures played, he got some idea of what he was going to get.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," he smiled, "we are going to really show some screwing."
Sure enough, as he pulled back the bedspread and hopped on the bed and she joined him, the films did stimulate her. She could almost feel her vagina moisten as she watched. It was a big black guy, and he had for himself a gorgeous woman. As the picture opened, all you could see was the woman. She was sitting on a kitchen counter. The top shot did not show any nudity for the camera never went any farther than her neck. Then it went a little farther, and the woman was wearing a tight fitting sweater over her full round bosoms. Next, the camera revealed a gorgeous box. And a hot tongue was sliding in and out. As the black man's pink tongue slid in and out the woman was running her hands through his hair. And that really got to Gabriel.
"What do you think of that movie?" he smiled, "isn't that a put on?"
"It sure is," she agreed, "he's really enjoying her isn't he?"
"He sure is," he said, "getting a nice warm meal down there."
"Good for him," she said, "I like to see a guy get his rocks off."
"It is a beautiful sight," he agreed, "there's something about sex, that is really too much."
The hot tongue continued stabbing up there until the juice began trickling down her inner thigh.
"Look at him go for it," Gabriel said, "see him. Oh he loves it. He's lapping it up."
"And she isn't feeling any pain either," Susan smiled.
All the time that this was going on his hands were wandering over her body.
"Oh baby," he said, "I want to fuck you all over. I want to even fuck your arm pits."
"Armpits?" she said, "I never heard of such a thing."
"Well you have now honey," he said,-when that guy jumps on that beautiful broad, I want to give it to you like you have never had it before."
"All right lover," she agreed, "but let me get the sight of that. I think it should be quite beautiful to see him give it to her."
"Don't think it isn't," he said, "he's like a slick black fucking stud. And when he gets into her, with that giant sized black tool of his, he really goes to town and hammers it home."
"I'll bet he does," she agreed.
At this point, they were more and more excited.
"Oh look at that tiger go," he said as she stroked his penis for him.
She saw it starting to juice as the pleasure surfaced in his body.
"Oh he is really fucking her now," he said, "look at him go to town. Oh he loves it. Can't you just see how much he enjoys that?"
It was perfectly obvious to her that the man did indeed enjoy it. Enjoy it enormously.
"Yes I can see that," she said, "he is really having a wild time of it."
The hot tool was thrusting in there. Faster and faster the cock slid in there.
"Give it to her," he panted, "give her a good fuck."
The pleasure was building rapidly now. Every moment was more exciting than the last.
Fuck it off," he gasped excitedly, "fuck off baby. Fuck off."
At this point, he thought he would go out of his mind.
"Fuck that beautiful broad." he panted, "fuck her!"
At this point, he was ready to hop on her and slide it into her vagina and give her a fucking just like the black man was balling the white woman.
"Get on me baby," she said, "ride me."
Now she was ready as she spread her legs for him. He straddled her, and she reached for his tool and guided it into her.
"Fuck it!" he told her, "fuck baby, fuck!"
The hard, driving tool rammed in there. And he loved it. Every second he got more excited.
"Screw it!" he panted, "oh yes baby, screw it. Oh do it. That's the way to fuck. Fuck baby, fuck!"
The pleasure wouldn't end. Every second was more intensely exciting.
"Oh do it," he said, "give it to me!"
Her vagina muscles gripped his sliding tool. The pleasure that she was deriving from this wild frenzied fucking, was causing her to lubricate well.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way I like it!"
The sensations were flooding her now, and they were really beautiful.
"Grab my ass," he said, "do it just like that girl was doing it for him."
Susan looked at the screen. Sure enough, as the big black guy was thrusting his huge black tool into the white woman's vagina, she was reaching for his back. She was letting her hands slide down the smooth surface of his shiny black back, and gripping his black ass cheeks. She was massaging his ass, kneading him. Then she would part his ass cheeks and let her hand slide down between the crack.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want, lover. Oh, yes, just like that!"
The passionate pleasure wouldn't stop.
"Screw it!" he gasped, "screw it baby, screw it!"
Now he could hardly stand it. Every thrust was more delightful than the last.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby. Keep that going!"
The pleasure that he was deriving now, was surpassing anything he had ever had before.
"Oh fuck me," he panted, "fuck me. Feel my ass."
Her hands went on clutching at his ass. She could tell he derived a lot of pleasure and delight from that. And she wanted to make him happy. She wanted him to enjoy it. Every wonderful second of it.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck!"
The furious pitched fucking increased in pace and tempo.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love that. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way I want to do it. Oh-h-h-h, ah-h-h, yes yes, fuck baby, fuck!"
The hard driving tool was really giving her delight. He was reaching in farther than anyone had before.
"Give it to me," she begged, "give me that dick!"
The pure passion that was streaming through her now as the huge sliding penis rammed in there, was almost more than she could bear.
"Oh yes, honey," she panted, "that's what I want. Love me."
Gabriel was indeed loving her.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you sure know how to give a man a good fuck. I've got to hand it to you honey. That's it honey use the fingers. Reach down there and massage my prostate while you give my cock a wild work out in your pussy."
She reached for his prostate. She massaged him there. And she felt him quivering as the thrills raced up and down his tingling spine.
"Oh honey," she panted, "you don't know how good this feels to me. I love having sex with you."
Indeed she did. Every second was more stimulating, more delightful, more pleasing than the last. Finally she was crying out for more.
"Fuck me," she cried passionately, "fuck me baby, fuck me. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Fuck me darling, fuck me."
The pleasures wouldn't end. Every second was more intensely exciting than the last.
"Oh darling," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I've wanted. I've wanted to get balled. Balled by you."
At last, he juiced. As the hot juice sprayed-'her, she gripped it tighter in her vagina and massaged the juice out of him.
"Oh keep drilling it in there baby," she begged, "that's what I want. Oh yes. That's what I love."
He was enjoying it and so was she. This was a passionate time for both of them. There were no holds barred now.
"Oh honey," he gasped eagerly, "if you had any idea how much pleasure I get from this, you would ball me forever."
The super sensations that were flooding through her as he finished it off, reached her now.
"Oh honey," he smiled at her, "you're too much."
Rapidly, he was discovering that the only way that he could ever enjoy her was just to do everything to her. And as soon as he pulled his penis out of her vagina, he decided he would go back to the arm pit fucking, that he had suggested.
"Now baby," he told her, "I'm going to give your armpits a wild fucking, work out."
"I have no idea how anybody fucks armpits," she said as she heard the film flapping after it had finished.
"Well wait just a minute baby," he told her, "I have to finish taking care of this reel.
He went back to the film, and removed it from the projector.
"Now baby," he said, "I can concentrate on what I'm doing."
He did indeed concentrate on what he was doing.
"Sweetheart" he smiled at her, "I'll tell you how you make it. It's just like this. You keep your armpit moving. And I jab it in there, you keep swinging your armpit back and forth. You really are going to love it."
She moved her armpits back and forth as the penis jabbed.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Keep doing it lover, keep doing it."
The pleasure was sustained. Every second he was getting more fun out of it.
"Fuck me," she asked him, "fuck me baby. Fuck me."
Furiously, he fucked her armpit. And she was learning how to move it back and forth so that she could create the most delightful sensations imaginable.
"Oh honey," she panted, "that's what I dig, baby. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's what I want."
Now, he was out of his mind with passionate delight. He knew that it wasn't going to be much longer until he finished.
"Oh do it. Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me."
She decided that she might as well use her hands. If she would reach out with her hands and massage his balls, while he was drilling her armpit, perhaps she concluded, she could give him more exciting sensations. And so she effectively used her hands on his testicles. The pleasure increased. He was enjoying it more every second.
"Oh honey," he panted, "that's what I really like. Oh, that's what I like."
Faster and faster now, he moved back and forth.
"Fuck it," he gasped excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck."
The super sensations that were flashing through him, really got to him.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "you don't know how groovy that feels to me."
The sensations that were surging through him as he felt himself beginning to juice again, told him that she indeed was a super fuck. And he was really happy that he had given it to her.
"How do you like that honey?" he smiled at her.
"I like that fine," she said, "that is what I call fucking."
Her armpit was full of juice. But it didn't matter. If he had enjoyed it, that was all that mattered. And enjoy it he had.
"Darling," she said, "do you have a sex book that you go by. Is that where you get all of your ideas?"
"Sex book?" he laughed, "I don't need anything like that baby," he assured her, "all I need is my own instincts. Mother nature helps me there."
"Well let's thank Mother nature," she said, "because this was about the wildest ride I ever had."
Now, it was obvious to her that he was a real wild stud. And she was really delighted that she had met up with someone like Gabriel. Perhaps, she reasoned, she could get away from the idea of having sex with her son. Perhaps Gabriel could take care of her. That would be wonderful she thought.
"Gabriel," she said, "if we could do this on a regular basis, wouldn't that he great?"
A frown formed on Gabriel's face. His forehead creased. She could sense the displeasure instantly.
"What's wrong darling?" she asked.
"Well baby," he admitted, "that wasn't exactly the kind of sex I had in mind. I was thinking more or less in terms of a one night stand fuck, if you know what I mean?"
"I do indeed know what you mean, Gabriel," she said, "you are one of those men who-likes to make it with different women. One woman's gorgeous box could never satisfy you. You have to have as many as you can get."
"Now baby don't get jealous," he said, "you did have me, that's the important thing."
"Is it?" she asked, "I don't know whether it is or not. Maybe, it would be better never to have had you, than to know how fabulous you are and know that I will probably never have you again."
"Well, there are two ways to look at it," he said.
She looked at him and shook her head.
"And would you tell me the other way to look at it," she said, "I can only think of one way. And that is disgust."
"Oh honey," he said, "I haven't meant to be disgusting to you."
"Well that's just it baby," she explained, "you were so fabulous at fucking me, that it is disgusting to think of giving you up."
"That's a beautiful way to put it. And I know you really mean it. That's the most beautiful part of all baby."
She was happy that he had a sense of humor. For it helped ease the torment that she was feeling now.
"Baby," he said, "I could still give you another go at it."
"Go right ahead honey," she said, "if you want to give me another fuck, do it."
She wondered what he would want this time.
"I'll tell you honey," he said, "there are other things that a man-likes to do to a woman. Just for experimentation. How would it be if I just rest my beautiful dick on your ass. I don't mean that I want to screw your ass. I just want to rest my cock on your buttocks. I want to see how that would feel."
She was getting some idea about it, and it intrigued her.
"All right honey," she said, "as long as you rest it and you don't try to slide it up the you know what."
"You don't have to worry about me honey," he assured her, "I would never do that."
She was happy that he didn't want to do it the other way. As once her husband had tried that and it hurt like the devil. As she rolled over, he caught sight of her beautiful behind. He massaged her ass cheeks a moment or two, and then straddling her, gently rested his penis on her left buttock.
"You see honey," he said, "it's like a soft pillow for my penis. Feels mighty good."
"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it darling," she smiled, "it doesn't hurt me either. As a matter-of-fact, it feels rather good."
He was having a ball doing his thing. And she was enjoying it enormously.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's fantastic. Oh yes baby, I love that."
He moved from her left buttock to her right. And then she rolled her ass cheeks hack and forth.
"That helps honey," he assured her, "when you do your thing don't think that doesn't add something."
As she kept her ass cheeks rolling, the pleasure became greater.
"Keep that up," he begged her, "keep doing that. Yes, honey-I want that."
Faster and faster now he was pressing. And she was wiggling faster.
"Oh baby," he said, "what a nice pillow."
She thought of how much her son enjoyed making it with her when he rubbed his penis across her breasts. She knew that would be a very soft pillow for his penis. Also, she knew she would enjoy the feel of the hard tool sliding across her there.
"How would you like to rub your cock over my breasts?"
"I would love that," he grinned.
At this point, he took his penis as she turned over and placed it on her breasts. He brushed it back and forth across each breast and then he settled on her right breast.
"Oh baby," he said, "it really makes my balls tingle."
"Jimmy just loves this," she blurted.
"Oh so that's your lover. Jimmy."
Instantly, she saw her son Jimmy's face. And the guilt that went through her at this point was too much.
"Forget what I said," she said nervously, "forget it."
"How the hell would I know who Jimmy was," he laughed, "you don't have to worry about me baby. Your secret is safe."
"Well I'm glad," she said nervously, "real glad."
Indeed she was glad. For the last thing that she wanted was to have anyone know that she would stoop to doing something like that.
"Oh baby," he said, "I'm going to shoot right on these breasts. I can't help it. I'm getting too turned on."
Now, he was really excited.
"Oh baby," he panted, "this is too much. Oh, ah, yes darling yes. I just love it."
The pleasure was building every second. And she was getting more and more stimulated every moment.
"Oh honey," she said, "reach down and feel me there. I get stimulated enormously when you are doing your thing this way."
He smiled at her.
"You're quite a perverse chick yourself, you know that don't you?"
"Am I?" she asked innocently.
"You better believe it baby," he grinned, "you're a real wicked wild, wonderful woman."
Gabriel went on pushing his penis on her breasts. And every second that he did so, he became more and more intensely excited.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you are too much."
-He didn't want to stop now. He was enjoying himself far too much.
"I'll be just a moment more here honey," he smiled at her.
"I know what that means," she grinned.
"And you're so right lover," he assured her.
Every second now, she was enjoying him more. And as this sudden hot juice spurted all over her right breast, she laughed. As she threw her head back on the pillow, he caught sight of her beautiful teeth, her flushed cheeks and her lovely hair. And he was more and more excited than ever. He pressed down a little too hard for comfort.
"Not so hard honey," she told him, "it hurts when you press that hard."
"Sorry sweetheart," he told her, "I didn't mean to hurt you lover."
There was no doubt about it, they were a real good team for sex. She loved the feel of his hot juices on her.
"Let me lick off the remaining juice," she smiled.
He laughed as he brought his penis to her lips. He liked her asking for every bit of it. It fed his male ego.
"Oh yes sweetheart," he smiled as he saw her mouth slip over the meaty head.
"Oh I love this," he said, "I love it baby. You have no idea just how much."
The pleasure that was building in his body now, was really more than he could stand.
"Oh sweetheart," he said, "you don't know how much I love this."
She had a pretty good idea though, as his entire body was vibrating. And this was thf way she liked to see him. Stimulated, excited and turned on.
"Oh honey," she told him, "you are a real super fuck."
He lay beside her, as she finished licking off his penis. And wrapping an arm around her he asked her, "what were you like as a little girl? Were you always a fucking nympho?"
"What a nerve you've got," she said angrily, "how dare you speak to me that way."
"Well it is the truth darling isn't it?"
"Well it may be the truth," she admitted, "but what's that got to do with it?"
It was obvious to her, that he enjoyed quizzing her, riddling her, and generally making her feel embarrassed. She didn't appreciate it one bit.
"Look sweetheart," he said, "you are really getting me disgusted."
She wondered how a psychiatrist would look at this. But she didn't care to think about it further, she knew that if she went the route of the head shrinker, he would probably want her committed. And that was the last thing she wanted. Even though, she thought it might be a good thing for her.
"You know honey," he said, "I would recommend you go to a psychiatrist."
"What do you mean?" she spit furiously, hoping that he hadn't through ESP or some other means found the root of her dilemma.
"Something has you uptight," he said, "now I don't know what it is. But there is something that is bothering you. And until you get rid of that, whatever it is, you won't be any good to anybody."
"Does it show that much?" she asked curiously.
"I'm afraid it does doll," he said, "and it's too bad. Because otherwise you're a nice dame. And I like you."
"Well thank you," she said, "I appreciate the fact that you can say something good about me. You're not such a bad sort yourself."
"But you don't know what I do for a living," he said, "you have no idea."
"Let me guess," she said, "doctor? Are you a doctor?"
"Guess again," he said, "some of the people I get involved with could use a doctor."
"Lawyer, are you a lawyer?"
"I'm not a lawyer, honey," he said, "but that's an interesting profession too."
"Do you own a business?" she asked him.
"No I don't own a business," he said, "but it's something on that order."
"Oh I could never guess. I'm no good at playing games like that. Please tell me lover."
"All right," he said, "I will tell you. I'm a trigger man."
"A trigger man?" she gasped, "you mean you are a murderer?"
"Now knock it off," he said, "I just do it as a business. When somebody wants to get somebody wiped out."
"I've read about such things, and I've heard about such things, but I never thought in my lifetime I would met a man whose profession was murder."
"Don't get shook up baby," he said, "there's no reason to. There are a lot of people who get involved in seamy professions. So don't get uptight."
"All right," she said, "I will try to control myself. However, honey, I happen to know you could be telling me a lie."
"Well I'm not lying honey," he said, "and I'll tell you who gets most of my business."
"Who gets most of your business?" she demanded, eager to know exactly what his business was like.
"I'll tell you honey," he said, "I hire out to a lot of men who are getting rid of their wives."
"Getting rid of their wives?" she asked curiously, "why?"
"For a very good reason," he explained, "the reason is simply this baby. You see, they want to get rid of headaches and their wives cause them an awful lot of grief."
"What kind of grief?" she nailed him, as she was determined she was going to find out precisely what he was talking about.
"Well, there are women who don't like it when their husbands play around. And so, not realizing that men are made different and have a natural right to play around with more than one woman, they want to divorce them and take all of their money. To protect themselves, they have to kill their wives."
"You've got to be out of your mind," she said, "that's awful talk."
"It's not talk," he explained, "it's for real baby."
"Well I'm afraid I would," she said, "it makes my body cringe just thinking of it."
"Well lover," he said, "I'm sure your husband would never want to kill you."
She gulped and then looked at him nervously.
"Well don't be so sure," she said, "If a guy named Kelvin ever calls, hang up. That's my husband. And I'm just contemplating divorcing him. I have found a new lover."
"I hope you're not divorcing him because of me," he said, "I'm no good at playing lover for long. I'm more of the one night stand and hustler sex man."
"Oh no, honey," she said, "I would never expect you to be serious Gabriel. You're just a stud who-likes to play around. You like to try every woman out."
"You understand me," he said, "but do you hate me now that you know what I do for my living?"
She had to think about that a long moment. She didn't know how to answer. The last thing she wanted to do was get him angry. If he got angry enough, he might decide to employ his devices on her.
"Well everybody sees everything differently," she said, "and I'm sure that you justify what you do. And, I'm equally confident, from your viewpoint you are right in doing what you're doing. So who am I to judge you?"
He smiled as he saw how tactfully she had skirted her honest to god opinion, "You're a clever woman," he smiled, "and that was a very good answer."
"Well I thought it was when I made it up," she giggled.
"What do you really think?" he said nervously-
"Don't press me."
To let her know that he really was what he said he was, he got off the bed naked and went over to the dresser and opened the drawer. He pulled out a small stubbed nose gun.
"Tell me the truth," he said.
"Oh I think it's just groovy," she said as she scratched her shoulder nervously, "yes I think killers are just groovy. They are the most exciting fucks. You know what I mean."
"I know what you mean," he said, "you're scared as hell of me. That's the truth isn't it?"
"Well why shouldn't I be?" she angrily said, "with that gun pointed on me, and all that you said about yourself, why the hell shouldn't I be scared?"
He was smiling now, it was always delicious excitement for him when he got a woman upset.
"I like to see you cringe baby."
"I can see that," she said, "but baby you really are too much. Why don't you go to hell in a bread basket."
"If anybody is going to hell in a bread basket it's going to be you, not me," he said.
"All right forget what I said," she said, "all you can do is kill me. But for your information, I have a husband and a son who dearly love me. And they would look for me."
"Yea," he said, "you let the cat out of the bag. Your husband is playing around. He doesn't give a damn about you. He would probably be relieved. And if he went to the morgue to get you, he would be happy."
"Oh you have a lovely mind. I like the way it reasons. Such lovely thoughts flashing through your mind. You must have read the best seller, The Power of Negative Thinking."
"Oh honey," he smiled, "I read The Power of Positive Thinking. But I applied all of the positive rules to the wrong things."
He threw his head back and laughed as he started to press his finger to the gun.
"Stop it," she said, "stop playing with that gun."
"You like it better when I play with this gun?" he smiled as he reached down and fingered his testicles, and his penis.
"Come over here lover," she said, "let's have some more fucking action. Forget that gun action. I'm not a gun freak. You may be a trigger man, when you have that Saturday night special in your hand honey. But baby, please put it away."
He didn't want to put it away. He liked to tease her. He came over to the bed and sat beside her with the gun still in his hand. She grabbed for it. He pushed her away.
"You shouldn't have done that honey," he said, "that means you don't trust me."
"That's the general idea lover," she said, "I don't trust you as far as I can spit."
"Well, I'm glad you don't use foul words anyway," he grinned, "I like a lady. And a lady doesn't swear or use bad words."
"I'm a lady all right," she said, "and a very frightened one."
"You have no reason to be," he said, "I never kill for the fun of it. Always for the profit in it."
"Well I hope there's nothing hanging ovei my head," she said, "now put that gun down Gabriel."
He didn't want to put the gun down. He was having too much fun teasing and taunting her.
"You're a doll baby," she said, "now just put the gun down and you would be a good honey lover."
"I've got an idea," he said, "and I want you to do this for me."
"What do you want?" she asked, "I'll do it. Anything."
"Because you love me honey, isn't that right?"
"I can't think of any other reason," she said, "can you?"
"Why no honey, with a gun waving in front of your nose why how could there be any other reason?"
He laughed. It was a menacing laugh that she didn't enjoy.
"You said you weren't a sadist."
"Do you believe everything you hear?" he smirked.
"Well it's obvious with you I can't," she said, "now don't be difficult."
She was getting more uptight by the moment.
"Oh honey," she said, "I could give you such a good time. But when I'm scared as all get outs I can't do a thing."
"But my rocks get excited when I see you so nervous."
"That's tough," she said, "you're really tough."
"The people that I kill always say that just before I kill them. They beg for mercy. They tell me they will give me anything that I want. Because of course nothing means anything when it's a matter of life and death. Does it?"
The way he asked that question made her fearful that he was indeed taunting her and possibly would kill her. She didn't know what to think at this point in time. But she was playing it cool all the way.
"Gabriel honey," she smiled, "I really wish you would relax. You look rather tense and t nervous."
"No, my love, you are the one who looks nervous and tense. And with good reason. If you knew how many people I had killed in my lifetime, you would be a little nervous. You would have very good reason to be nervous.
"I believe," she said coolly, "now lover put the gun down."
She decided that she could lure him with her finger toying on his gun. Reaching out she touched the gun as if it were his penis, to try to stimulate and excite his sexual responses.
"You should never toy with a man's gun," he laughed.
"But it's such a beautiful gun," she told him, "I am tempted to toy with it."
"Little girls might get a big surprise if they toy with me when I have a gun," he said.
She was afraid, and he knew it. And he was deriving his kicks from watching her cringe.