Mort heard the bathroom door open
and watched as Alex emerged, clad only in a towel. She looked at the man she assumed to be Mort Rainey and smiled.

“What’s
with the hat?” she asked. Shooter
smiled and shrugged. Alex laughed at
him. “Do I have any clothes lying
around here?”

Shooter
smiled. “Oh, honey, I don’ think you
need any clothes.”

Alex cocked
her head. “Mort, what’s going on?” Shooter approached Alex and gently wrapped
an arm around her waist.

You son of a bitch!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Hands off of her!style="mso-spacerun: yes">

“We’ve been rootin’ around outside
all day, darlin’ – brought out the farmer in me I s’pose.”

Not giving it a thought, Alex
smiled. “Oh?” she said, a knowing smile
on her face. “So you’re the farmer and
I’m, what, the milkmaid?”

“If it fancies you,” Shooter said
slyly.

Not a game, Alex, not a
game!

Alex let her voice take on more of
a seductive tone. Mort’s “playfulness”
had peaked her interest. “Well, did the
farmer take his pill like a good boy?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Did you milk Bessy?”

Alex bit her lower lip.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Oh no,” she said, sounding overly
innocent. “I completely forgot.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m a bad milkmaid…”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She stopped, shaking her head.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Mort, I can’t do this.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I feel like I’m in a really bad porno or
something.” Shooter leaned down and
kissed her forcefully, his tongue snaking into her mouth.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

I’m going to kill you, bastard!

Not caring that Mort was still
filthy, Alex let her towel drop to the floor and she pressed her body into
his. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Feelin’ frisky, darlin’.”

She smiled, pulling his shirt off
of him. “No need to role play if you
want to make things a little less…traditional.
You know I don’t have any problems with that.”

Alex…baby, can’t you tell that
it’s not me?

Shooter forced his accent away,
trying his best to sound like Mort.
“Sorry baby…” Shooter forced the
vocabulary as well. “…I almost forgot
that you have another side to yourself.”

 <>

Alex laughed, sounding almost
seductive. “How could you forget,
Mort? I still owe you a lamp from last
month’s little incident.”

Shooter laughed and kissed her
again, this time more like Mort would have done. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Once inside, he pushed her onto the bed and
stripped off the remainder of his clothing.
Alex looked at him and Mort could see the lust in her eyes.

It’s not me…Why can’t you see
it?

She has no reason to think
it’s anyone else.

But I told her about Shooter!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I told her about the accent and…

And you also told
her that you’re perfectly fine now.
It’s been a few months since you got your prescription.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You haven’t said a thing, she has no reason
to be concerned – that’s the only way he’s getting away with it.

He’s going to rape her…

He’s in your body, she’s not resisting…

You aren’t helping!
Why the hell are you letting this happen?

Why are you?

I’m not, I’m fighting!

If you fight
anymore, you’re going to lose. You’ll
sleep and you’ll have no idea what he does.

Sobs rang through Mort’s
head, but not a hint of them appeared outwardly. Shooter tied Alex’s wrists to the bedposts, she was far more than
willing to let him do so. He just wished
she’d stop saying Mort’s name. Shooter
lacked any of Mort’s romantic tendencies and simply entered his prey – his hips
thrusting roughly. Alex bucked to meet
him, struggling against her restraints.

Shooter never shut his
eyes. He simply looked at Alex’s face,
burning it into his memory – and Mort’s.
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and sweat was beginning
to form at her hairline.

I’m gonna break you,
missy. I’m gonna break you and make you
pay for puttin’ me away.

The thought was too much
for Mort to bear. In a final silent
cry, he let himself shut down.