Inserts Page #8

Okay.

Look.

Touch yourself.

Feel yourself, Miss Cake. Go on.

Close your eyes.

That's it. Now...

stroke them...

gently.

Let the nipples...

ripple along the cracks in your fingers.

Feel how soft...

how full...

how warm...

You know, this is stupid.

I mean, really stupid.

What the hell? You were getting there.

You were really getting there.

Maybe you were getting there.

I was taking you there,

that is the way it is done.

That's not how it's done. This is stupid.

Okay.

Lie back down there.

Come on, forget about the hands.

That's the girl.

Now close your eyes.

That's it.

It was my mistake, the whole thing.

Just kind of forget about

what real beauty is all about.

- That's better.

- Sure.

You know...

these really are...

soft, trembling...

mounds of pear-shaped fragrance.

- You know that?

- Are they?

Sure.

White as snow...

soft as powder...

but one little pinch

and they're hard enough to cut glass.

Rape.

Even the word excites you...

makes things wet with pain.

Pain, pleasure.

Horrible...

hideous...

grotesque pleasure.

Horrible, hideous pleasure.

Grotesque...

violent, savage pleasure.

Savage pleasure.

Now move! Move!

Move, you're being raped...

God damn it!

Come on, you're being raped.

Come on, he's ripping you up the middle.

That's it.

Hey.

I said, hey. Knock it off.

Oh, Jesus!

Why did we stop?

The wind ran out.

Oh, Jesus.

I knew it could be like that.

See? I knew you could be that intense.

I haven't felt like that since-

Since the night you stayed up

to write that essay, I'll bet.

You're making fun of me.

I don't care.

You can do anything you want...

say anything you want.

I didn't ever want it to end.

That's all I thought about the whole time.

I just never wanted it to end.

Does that mean I'm at my peak?

When you don't think about anything

is when you're at your peak.

Lie back down there, please.

You think you're treating me rough,

but I don't care.

I'll do anything you say...

things that would have made me

sick to think about just before I met you.

Would it make you sick

to think about lying down?

- You want me to take my skirt off?

- Sure.

I hope you humiliate me.

I hope you make me do dirty...

disgusting, horrible things.

Violent, savage things.

Would you hang this up for me, please?

What kind of things did you have in mind,

Miss Cake?

Come on, you know what I mean.

Doing it from behind and stuff like that.

I don't quite think you get the picture here,

Miss Cake.

All I want to do is get a couple of inserts.

Oh, yeah. Me, too. I'll do anything you say.

I want to see it all. I want to do it all.

You want me to take my stockings off?

Maybe you want to take them off for me?

Big Mac gets a kick out of that.

He don't think I'm a silly girl

when I'm doing that...

not when I'm taking my stockings off.

Look.

Miss Cake.

Oh, gee.

Why don't you call me Cathy?

This can lead to nothing but a bad end.

I'm talking too much, aren't I?

I'm making you think I'm silly, aren't I?

No. Not at all. It's just...

You can't kid me,

I know what you're thinking.

I'm just a silly girl who talks too much.

Hey, your rope's rising.

I think you'd better get dressed.

Wait, please. I'm sorry.

Guess I shouldn't have noticed.

It's just not going to work, Miss Cake.

Why don't you get dressed? This is not

going to come to anything but a bad end.

You want to get your movie finished,

don't you?

Look, I'll take my stockings off myself, see?

Oops.

I ripped it.

I don't know what I'm going to tell Big Mac.

He'll think of something for you,

don't worry. Now, come on.

Just put your clothes on.

No.

Put your clothes on, Miss Cake.

N- O spells no.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

If you wanna be lounging around here

with your apples out of the basket...

when Big Mac comes strolling through

the door, that's okay with me.

Is it?

I bet it isn't.

I bet you're scared he might

come in here any minute.

Scared?

Of that cheeseburger?

Don't be droll.

Droll?

You're scared of something.

You're shaking like a leaf.

I'm not scared of anything, sweetheart.

If you're not scared of anything...

how come you never go

out of your house anymore?

And how come you gave this kid

Clark Gable the brush this morning...

if you're not scared of anything?

Look.

Please.

I'm going to have to ask

for a little silence now, Miss Cake.

Honestly, you know I didn't mean it.

I was just acting like a silly little girl.

I won't any more, I promise.

Please.

I promise, I won't.

Please.

Daddy?

No...

Look...

you said you wanted to be great.

- You said I hadn't reached my peak.

- You haven't.

I was good, I was damn good,

and you know it.

But you said you wanted to be great.

They would have said

I was great in the real movies.

But you and I know better, don't we?

- Don't we?

- Yes.

You and I know that you didn't even have

tits till I told you what they were, don't we?

- Don't we?

- Yes.

And you know...

that it's not a very mature adult deal...

for you to go all resentful now...

before we've learned what else you've got,

don't we?

- Yes.

- Then shut up...

and lie back down on the bed,

and you'll know...

when to go resentful on me...

because it'll be the first idea that

you get that I don't give you.

And then you can hog it all for yourself.

Do you mind if I ask you a question,

Miss Cake?

This essay...

you stayed up all night to write in college...

was it your own work?

What are you talking about?

Of course it was.

You, Miss Cake, spent all night...

slaving over a composition

of your own device?

Come on, Miss Cake.

You don't believe me?

Spending all of anything, Miss Cake,

requires a bit of self-confidence...

even a night.

Okay, so maybe I did copy it out of a book.

You think that makes me

stupid or something?

- Not at all, merely a thief.

- I'm no thief.

Look.

The ability to steal

from the thoughts of others...

is merely an indication of industry,

Miss Cake.

What passes for genius...

is merely the ability to steal from your own.

So?

So if you want to reach your peak...

you'd better learn how to rob yourself blind.

Now lie back down there.

You say the strangest things.

Maybe you're out of your noodle, after all.

The whole universe is element, Miss Cake.

It's all relative to production costs

and sources thereof. Prepare the meat.

I know what you mean.

When you say "meat," you mean "mounds"...

"soft, trembling mounds

of pear-shaped fragrance. "

- How am I doing?

- Done like a pro.

Your meat, at least, is at its peak.

- Now, are you ready?

- Yes.

- Really? What are you going to do?

- What I did before.

- Why?

- Because the wind ran out.

No.

- Because I did it well?

- No.

Why, then?

Because I would have told you

if I'd wanted you to do something different.

And women, contrary to popular opinion,

never know when to open their mouths...

even to ask.

Action!

Come on! Move up and move around!

- How am I doing?

- Don't talk, Miss Cake.

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