that raised squiggly
scar is on her abdomen.
i haven't seen her in ten
years, since she moved to
Albany.
oh nothing, she says.
i used to be in a self help
empowerment group.
and we were branded with
the leader's initials.
they held us down,
butt naked,
and used a sizzling cauterizing
pen to inscribe us.
oh, i say, gently moving
my fingers across the R and K.
i was his slave for twelve
years, along with thirty
other women.
we were all having sex with
him, sometimes
together, but it was cool.
our consciousness was raised
to the point where
we were above jealousy
and attachments.
you may have heard about us
on HBO. NXIVM.
what's up with the roman
numerals? i thought only
the super bowl did that.
Yeah, Keith was clever like that.
He's in prison now, though.
He's doing life in a maximum
security prison.
He was railroaded.
all the charges were not true.
that's a shame.
yeah. we all miss him.
playing volleyball with him,
and listening to
his mumbo jumbo
spiels about
the world and behavior.
i hope he's able to play volleyball
in the pokey
with his new friends.
he just loves volleyball.
did you know that,
He was named the smartest person
on the planet once.
he makes Freud and Jung look
like a couple of knuckleheads.
Einstein has nothing on him.
He was so smart.
I wish i had all my money
back though. I gave it all to him.
no offense, but
it sounds like a cult, i tell her.
that's nonsense, she says.
that's what the media and
the defectors keep reporting,
but we were one big happy
family. yes, we worshiped him,
despite him being
so chubby and a nerd,
but it's not a cult. no way jose.
i actually had my own
slaves under me.
they had to do whatever i
wanted them to do.
and if they didn't we had
naked pictures of them all
that we said we show the world.
ha. they had no choice
but to be obedient.
it was so much fun.
i felt bad though when the Mexican
police
arrested him after he fled
the country.
they found him hiding
in a closet curled up
on the floor
in a fetal position.
poor baby. our leader.
so, who do you think will
play the role
of him in the movie? i ask her.
good question...she says.
who do you think, George Clooney,
Brad Pitt?
ummmm, no. i don't think so.
maybe that
George Costanza fellow,
i think that's a more
reasonable choice.
he could put a wig on
and be his twin brother.
dead ringer.
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