Mattress

This guy, my friend, wanted me to make love to his wife on the mattress.

He wanted to watch. I said, I’m not getting involved in some freaky shit.

I said, That’s not my style. He said he’d give me a hundred dollars to

watch. I said, No way, I just want to get high. We were all getting high

on the mattress. That’s what we were doing, getting high. I said, I’m not

getting caught up in some threesome shit. I’m not horny right now. I

can’t even get an erection. He said, Don’t worry about that. He said, You

like my wife? You think she’s a pretty woman? I said, Sure, I think she’s

a good-looking woman, but it says right there in the Bible you’re not

supposed to sleep with another man’s wife. I said no. He said, This is

the jungle. He said, I could kill you right now with my bare hands and

no one would put me in jail. He took out a knife. He put the knife in

my hand and told me to rape his wife. I said no way. I said they would

find him eventually. He said, You’ve been drinking my booze, you’ve

been doing my drugs. His wife was touching my leg. We were all on

the mattress. There were trains going by. The sound was so loud I could

barely hear what they were saying. She was holding the knife to her

neck. The knife in my hand. Her eyes looked scared, but the way she

was moving I knew she had done this before. Little by little, it started

to happen. I said, I can’t. She pushed harder. She said, Yes. Yes you can.