Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

CHARLOTTE

Klempner turns away, won’t meet Michael’s eye. “I’ve no idea. The police gave her a new identity, hid her from me. I couldn’t find her, and I’ve not seen her for over twenty years. But if she’s not still alive, it’s nothing to do with me.” He shakes his head. “Don’t the two of you get jealous over her?”

His tone acid, Michael replies, “He’s my friend. Friends share things. They don’t go to war over them.”

Klempner stares at him, then at me. “I thought you were a complete lunatic with that performance you gave, you know. Daring us to rape you. I know what you were doing, keeping us off the other one… Whatever else you are, you’ve got balls.” He glances at Michael. “No wonder it takes two of you to keep her in line.”

It is such an unexpected thing for him to say. Both Michael and I burst out laughing. “I’m glad you think we do.” he snorts.

Klempner gazes at me, eyes wide. It’s disconcerting. I shift in my chair, uncomfortable.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ve never seen you laugh before.”

“You were always threatening to have me raped or assaulted before. Why would I be laughing?”

He looks down.

Is that…. regret….?

“You do look like your mother.”

I don’t know how to react, and I’m becoming a little nervous. Michael’s fingers creep around mine. Klempner notices. “Looks after you, doesn’t he?” Then, glancing at our hands. “Nice rings. Are you getting married? To this one? What about your James then? Where does he fit in? I see you have your two rings back. Is he wearing one too?”

I ignore the question. “So, what happens now? I testify against you and your…. gang. You keep the dogs set on me…. ‘Cause I don’t doubt that even though you’re in here, you’ve still got contacts out there….” My voice chokes…. “ …. Everything I’ve done, and gone through, to make something of my life….”

… My voice is rising, growing louder, and I don’t care. “… Right now, it’s wasted, isn’t it? I can’t return to my college, because if I step outside I’m hunted, kidnapped, assaulted. You’ve made my life impossible; threatened and endangered my friends. You took my mother from me. Murdered my father. You tried to murder Michael. Corby shot James, even though he was aiming for me. He barely survived. Your men set an office tower aflame. It’s sheer luck that no-one died there. You were going to gang-rape my friend, and me. Where does my life go from here? Everything I did to drag myself out of the hole that you dropped me in as a baby has been trashed. And all because you’re obsessing over something I had no hand in. I wasn’t even born for most of it….”

My eyes are welling. Michael’s hand squeezes mine.

Klempner watches me. “Obsessing?”

you would call it?” The tears stream down my

cry?” he says. “Not over threats to enslave you, ship you out, gang-rape you? But because you

chooses who they fall in love with. But she might have stayed with both of you if you’d let it happen…. But it’s all about you, you selfish, evil bastard…. And with what they’ve got on you now, my testimony isn’t even going to make any difference. You’re in here

arms around my shoulders, but as

the back on my hand, my nose

Klempner speaks. “Jennifer…. Charlotte. Go

gulp down, hard.

in court, no matter what your testimony, isn’t going to make a difference to me at this point. Go home. Go back to your university. Go find your mother if you want to, if she’s still alive. You won’t have any more trouble or at least none that I’m responsible

dripping from every word. “You’re kidding,” says Michael. “Just like

up at the ceiling. “Yeah… just like that. I suppose you won’t believe me, but, for what it’s worth to either of you, you have my word. Whatever else

Ah….

“Which is?”

long time. Probably for good. Come and visit

chair grating

perfectly serious. Come and visit me… Talk

her mother, enslave her…. And you want her to

do?” says Klempner. You think they’re going to let me

sell, my wife-to-be, and to crown it all, suspects he might be her father, suddenly turns into Father Christmas and says that

did all that. But that was

*****

MICHAEL

don’t know what the two of you

“Sorry?”

that he’ll give a full

“Does he say why?”

to testify in court. If she makes a written statement

of

of prison again for a very long time, if at all. He’ll probably be sentenced to life-long imprisonment. In other times