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Chapter 5

For Ashley's experiment, she needed sixty woman between the ages of eighteen and twenty-two. One of the experiment involves having a finger wired by electrodes to a potentiometer measuring a mild electric shock.

Spencer was scheduled to report to the lab every Wednesday afternoon at three o'clock for a couple of months. Carmen, who was to administer the test was late for their first session, so Spencer took a seat on a bench and waited.

Carmen showed up ten minutes later, carrying a duffel bag and an armful of textbooks, which h she dropped on the bench net to Spencer, babbling apologetically, "Sorry I'm late little sister," before she stopped and looked over Spencer's shoulder, "Hey that's neat! I didn't know you could draw."

Spencer had been absently sketching lab animal portraits on the cover of her notebook, giving them empathetically human expressions. One of the monkeys bore a distinct resemblance to Carmen, even though Carmen herself could not see it.

"Is that like a cartoon?"
Spencer looked up, only slightly annoyed to be kept waiting because Carmen was so easy to forgive.

They took their seats at the table. Carmen put a pen to a clipboard. "This is in the strictest confidence, ok? We use numbers instead of names, and I'm the only one who knows your number, ok? And, like, I am sworn on the honor code not to repeat anything I hear, ok?"

"Ok."

"Ok, so you're twenty-two"

"No, I'm only eighteen."

"No, not your age, that's your code number: twenty-two."

"Oh," Spencer smiled, feeling vaguely charmed by memories of junior high school slumber parties where she and her chums would stay up all night giving each other sex quizzes from the fashion magazines.

"Ok, Ready twenty-two?"

"Ready."

Carmen scanned a line, and then looked up, pen poised. "Age?"

And there was every reason to believe from her facial expression that she was not kidding. She went on for a couple of pages asking Spencer a lot of questions meant to determine if her sexual experience matched with her sexual attitudes. At one point she asked, "Are you a virgin?"

"Are you kidding?"

"At what age did you lose your virginity?"

"Five."

"Five?"

Spencer told her about a little accident she had had at age of five involving an icy gym set and a slippery pair of cowboy boots. She had lost her footing and come down hard on a horizontal bar tearing some flesh despite the cushion of snow pants.

"I lost my virginity to a jungle gym," she said. "Fifteen stitches."

"Ouch," Carmen winced. "But when did you lose your virginity really, I mean, to a guy?"

Spencer told her.

"Okay, now, this is a tough one for most people and you don't have to answer if you don't want. But… have you ever had a homosexual experience?"

Spencer blinked before asking, "Mind if I smoke?"

"No. Not at all. Go ahead. It's fine."

As she fired up a cigarette, she muttered, "To tell you the truth, Carmen, I'm not sure what that means exactly."
"Seriously?"

She shrugged.

"Oh. Ok. Well. Um, Hey could I bum one of those?"

Spencer gave her a cigarette, and when she extended her hand again to offer Carmen a light, Carmen took hold of her wrist and held it until her cigarette was lit. Spencer asked Carmen if this count as a homosexual experience.

Carmen laughed and sat back. "So where were we?"

"Homosexual experience."

"Oh yeah. Um, did you ever like, you know, kiss a woman?

"Sure."

"With tongue?"

"Is that really the question?"

"Nope. Just kidding."

"Yeah, well…"

"So what's the answer?"

Spencer told her.

Carmen put her pen on the clipboard and scribbled down a notation before scanning the page. She looked up momentarily to ask, "Have you ever been raped, Spencer?" And there was something very innocent about her then, as she was watching Spencer's face. "Well?"

In a moment, Spencer mumbled, "I dunno. Maybe."

"Maybe? I don't think rape can be a maybe."

Spencer shrugged. "Probably not, but… Well I learned at an early age that the power a woman has over a man is to accept or reject him."

Carmen nodded, snapping her gum. "You got that right sister."

"But rejection only works if it's accepted, right? I mean if he doesn't take no for an answer, and he has it in him to beat you up, then…"

"Then you're fucked." Carmen concluded.

"Yes well…"

"Tell me about it."

"I'd rather not."

"Please?"

Spencer sighed, thinking Carmen's earnest curiosity was difficult to resist. She was surprised, herself, when she spilled her guts to Carmen.

The first time it had happened, Spencer had been out hanging out with group of friends she had known since childhood. They had been drinking at their favorite country bar. She told her old buddy, Fred, that she felt sick and asked him to drive her home, without fully realizing that he was almost as drunk a she was. When she started throwing up in the parking lot, he led her back to a more secluded spot, speaking to her in a soothing tone, and holding her hair out of her face. She was too sick and delirious to know what's going on with her surroundings.

He then pushed her to the ground and forced her to have sex with him while she was throwing up. She struggles in vain, gagging and gasping to breath beneath him. The whole time -which was probably only two minutes- he spoke to her in the same friendly voice.

"The scary part was that I really think he believed that it was a consensual and even good sex. Lucky for me he was so drunk he couldn't really get up, but he kept slamming at me anyway, and missing. Thank god because he came all over my leg and then he told me that he loved me."

"You're kidding me."

Spencer shook her head. "He just got up and fastened his pants and stumbled back into the bar. I never told anybody. And I'll bet you a million dollars, he doesn't even remember what he did to me that night because he was too fucked up."

"Wow sister."

"Yeah, and I mostly blame myself. I never should've lost control like that. Alcohol, man. It's the worst."

"I'm sorry Spencer. That shouldn't happen to anyone."

"Yeah. I hate that it happened to me. And I hate that that wasn't the last time."

The next time, she was kidnapped by an acquaintance named Hansen. Ironically, he had always been like her bodyguard at the clubs when some good was bothering her. Instead of driver her home from the club as promised one night, he took her to his family's cabin on the beach. It was frigid wintertime and so off-season there was no one around. He locked her in a bedroom for five hours, believing this to be sure-fire way of winning her heart. He told her how hurt he was that she had been going out with this other guy name Zach, whom Hansen considered to be his best friend.

"He was doing acid, tripping his brains out. Very weird talk, telling these strange jokes that weren't funny. And then he pulled a rifle out of a closet and pointed it at my face."

"I'll never know if it was loaded or not. It took me hours to convince him that he should put the rifle down. He kept trying to touch me in these really creepy ways. I was afraid of him and I let him do anything he wanted to do because I was afraid that he was going to shoot me.

He released her just before dawn. When she got home her parents were waiting for her. She believed it would only extend the nightmare to tell her parents what happened and she wanted to put it all in the past. She was grounded for a month. Hansen heard about her grounding and sent her a dozen of rose with a note saying he was very sorry and that he could die. She never spoke to him or even looked at him, again.

"Didn't you tell anybody?"
"What's the point?"

Spencer was taken back to see Carmen's eyes tear up. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"That fucking bastard," Carmen cursed. "They're all fucking bastards."

"It's ok, ah, Carmen. I'm sorry for upsetting you. I don't know what got into me. I never talk about this stuff."

"I'm really glad you did Spencer," Carmen sniffled. Aside from her emotionality, she felt honored that Spencer had seen fit to spill her guts right then, to her of all people.

Spencer on the other hand, was feeling mortified that she had revealed so much.

It was in this frame of mind that Spencer submitted to the electric shock part of Ashley's experiment. Carmen reached for the potentiometer. She asked for Spencer's right and in order to strap electrodes to her palm and middle finger. As Carmen was gazing absently at Spencer's palm, she got a strange look in her face that compelled Spencer to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Your love-line"

"What about it?"

"It's just like Ashley's."

"That's not possible. No two wrinkles are exactly alike."

"But it is," she said. "Your hand is exactly like Ashley's. Look," she pointed fatuously "See, you've got this line going down that way, and this one curling up kinda in the corner over there… Hey, did you ever fence?"

"Fence? No."

"You should try it. I'll bet you'd be a natural just like…"

"Ashley. Yeah. I know. Could we just get on with this?"

Carmen hopped to it, babbling, "… and then I'm going to turn this little dial here, up a little bit each time from one to ten, see, and you tell me when you just can't take it anymore, ok?"

Spencer felt like she was being set up for some science fair exhibit on sadomasochism.

"Ok ready?

"I guess."

"Here goes."

The first shock was the dullest tingling sensation, not much more than a hum passing through the finger and the palm, warming up the forearm, making the finger twitch a bit. In fact, the voltage increased on the dial to five before Spencer felt any discomfort. Still she sat placidly by, gazing at Carmen, who was, herself, more excited by turning up the dial to levels no other subject had withstood, and Spencer barely blinked.

"I can't believe it!" Carmen screeched, "You're up to seven!"

It had the sting of a Joy Buzzer.

"Eight!"

It was starting to ache.

"Nine!"

Really ache.

"Nine and half!"

And the pain.

"T…"

"Stop."

"This is incredible! You almost made it to ten! You almost made it to the top! The average is three! The best Ashley can do is eight! She's not gonna believe this!"

"I thought this was confidential?"

"Well I wont tell her who, but jeez Spencer, I mean number twenty-two, you're a tough little fucker!"

Spencer shook her head, "I'm not tough, Carmen. I can't stand the feeling anymore than anyone else. It's just that I, I dunno, I guess I have a way of turning it off."

"How do you do that?"

Spencer shrugged, "I just think about something else."

"Like what?"

She had been thinking about the strange sounds emanating through her floor at night, thinking about how she had to turn those off, to think about something else.

"Like what, Spencer? What were you thinking about when you were getting zapped?"

Spencer acted quickly to redirect the attention away from herself, which was another talent of hers. "You and Ashley fight a lot, don't you?"

"No we don't," was Carmen's snappish retort.

"But I can hear you. At night. You fight."

"We don't, I'm telling' ya. You're wrong. Ashley never fights. She refuses to fight. She's too above all that."

"Okay calm down!" Spencer said.


YEah spencer got raped twice, sad i know. Thanks for being patient with me. i know you've been waiting for some spashley. i promise theres goiing to be soon. i'm pretty sure theres one next chapter. If not i know that the next next one def. have spashley interaction. like really close interaction... winks haha

I havent written the next chapter yet tho lol... so my goal is after i wake up from my sleep, i write the next chapter. Feedbacks will help me write faster too! hehe....

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