（外文电子版资料）SK.GeraldsGame.doc

(Sadie) gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer. You men! You filthy dirty pigs! Youre all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs! —W. Somerset Maugham, Rain C H A P T E R O N E Jessie could hear the back door banging lightly, randomly, in the October breeze blowing around the house. The jamb always swelled in the fall and you really had to give the door a yank to shut it. This time they had forgotten. She thought of telling Gerald to go back and shut the door before they got too involved or that banging would drive her nuts. Then she thought how ridiculous that would be, given the current circumstances. It would ruin the whole mood. What mood? A good question, that. And as Gerald turned the hollow barrel of the key in the second lock, as she heard the minute click from above her left ear, she realized that, for her at least, the mood wasnt worth preserving. That was why she had noted the unlatched door in the first place, of course. For her, the sexual turn-on of the bondage games hadnt lasted long. The same could not be said of Gerald, however. He was wearing only a pair of Jockey shorts now, and she didnt have to look as high as his face to see that his interest continued unabated. This is stupid, she thought, but stupid wasnt the whole story, either. It was also a little scary. She didnt like to admit it, but there it was. Gerald, why dont we just forget this? He hesitated for a moment, frowning a little, then went on across the room to the dresser which stood to the left of the bathroom door. His face cleared as he went. She watched him from where she lay on the bed, her arms raised and splayed out, making her look a little like Fay Wray chained up and waiting for the great ape in King Kong. Her wrists had been secured to the mahogany bed-posts with two sets of handcuffs. The chains gave each hand about six inches worth of movement. Not much. He put the keys on top of the