Jacob Lawrence, The Party (1935)

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All that fall she shared intimacies I had no desire to hear.

He tied my hands to the bedpost and pulled my ass into the air. I told him, "Don't hurt me. Don't hurt me..."

The most disturbing were her fantasies for her boyfriend's business partner. Expressed in fluidy detail which left me insecure and, to tell you the truth, shaken. I found them disorienting, not particularly because their sexual content was anything special, rather that his character as she expressed it was so petty. "He's so evil," she'd say, admiringly.

I told him, "One day I'm gonna bring my prettiest girlfriend over and the two of us are gonna..." Made him so hot he trembled...

That's when my sense of foreboding began. That all was not well. That her feelings for me masked some selfish purpose yet to be revealed. That I was headed for some bad ending I could only vaguely foresee.

There was one night in the jacuzzi at his hotel in Los Angeles...

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