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uple of years or you start to feel worthless。 Isn't that right？ So as long as they can keep giving you a little time in the spotlight； they've got you in their pocket。〃
Todd continued to flip through the book as Katya spoke； as much because he didn't want to meet her gaze as because he was interested in the pages。 All that she said was true； and it hurt to hear it： especially when he had done himself so much harm because of his appetite for the spotlight。
A sound； behind him。 He looked up at the mirror behind the bar。 It wasn't his wounded face that caught his eye； however； it was a motion of something； or somebody； passing by the door。
〃I think there's somebody out there；〃 he whispered。
Katya looked unsurprised。 〃Of course。 They know we're here。〃 She took the book from his hand and closed it for him。 〃Let me introduce you to them；〃 she said。
〃Wait。〃 He reached for the photographs that Katya had also brought out of the safe。 They still lay where she had put them； on the top of the bar。
〃You don't need to look at those now；〃 Katya said。
〃I just want to take a peek。〃
He began to flick through the sheaf of photographs。 There were probably forty or so； most in worse condition than the book； the prints made hastily； and poorly fixed； so that large parts of the image had faded to speckled sepia or to black。 But there were still sizeable portions of many of the photographs visible； and the scenes they depicted confirmed every obscene or outlandish detail she'd offered。 They weren't simply images of men and women coupling； but pictures of the most extreme forms of sexual gratification。 In one； a naked man was bound to a metal chain； the cords that held him biting deep into his flesh。 A woman wearing just a black brassiere was flogging his chest and his groin。 Assuming this wasn't a set…up （and something about the quality of all the photographs suggested that all of these were the real thing）； then the woman was doing her victim some serious hurt。 There was blood running down his chest and stomach from blows she'd delivered there； and there appeared to be welts on his thighs and his dick； which stood testament to the pleasure he was taking in this。 In another picture； some way down the pile； the same man （his face seemed vaguely familiar to Todd； though he couldn't put a name to it） had been redeemed from his bondage and lay on the paving stone beside the pool while another woman （this second pletely naked） squatted over him and loosed a stream of urine on his wounds。 To judge by the expression on the masochist's face； this hurt more than the whipping。 His teeth were gritted； his body locked； as though he were only just holding back an unmanly scream。
〃Wait。 I know who that is。〃 Todd said； 〃That's…Christ！ It can't be。〃
〃It is。〃
〃He was always the Good Guy。〃
〃Well； sometimes Good Guys like getting pissed on。〃
〃And her？ She was always so sweet in her movies。 What's her name？ Always the victim。〃
〃Well； that was part of the game you got to play in the Canyon。 Up here you do the things the studios wouldn't let you do。 Rub your face in the dirt for a while。 And then on Monday morning you could brush your teeth and smile and pretend you were all…American again。 That's all people want。 An illusion。 You can do what the hell you like out of sight。 Just don't spoil their dreams。 They want to believe you're perfect。 And it's hard to put on a perfect face every day without going crazy。 Up here； nobody was perfect； and nobody cared。〃
〃Jesus；〃 Todd said； ing across a picture of scatology。 〃Who's the pooper？〃 Katya turned the picture round to get a dearer view of the woman's face。 〃That was Edith Vine。 At least that was her real name。 I can't remember what they called her。 She had a seven year contract with RKO； but they never made a star out of her。〃
〃Maybe they were afraid one of these would leak out and they'd lose their investment。〃
〃No； she just kept getting pregnant。 She was one of those women who just had to look at a man and bam； she was eating anchovies and ice cream。 So she kept getting abortions。 Two； three a year。 And her body went to hell。〃
〃Where did she end up？〃
〃Oh she's here；〃 Katya said。 〃We don't just take the famous up here in the Canyon。 We take the failures； too。〃
Without fully understanding what he'd just been told…perhaps not entirely wanting to…Todd moved on to another picture。 A man who'd played cowboys most of his life was the centre of attention； all laced up in a girdle that made his waist as narrow as any showgirl's。
〃That's one for the family album。〃
〃He liked to be called Martha when he was dressed like that。 It was his mother's name。 In fact； I think it was his mother's corset。〃
Todd laughed； though he wasn't sure where the laughter was ing from。 Perhaps it was simply that the parade of perversions was so excessive there was nothing to do； in the end； but laugh。
〃Christ。 What's that？〃
〃A jar of bees； and Claudette's breast。〃
〃She liked to get stung？〃
〃She would scream like her lungs were going to give out。 But then she'd have somebody pick the stings out with their teeth。〃
〃Fuck。〃
〃And she'd be so wet you could fill a shot…glass from what came out of her。〃
It was too much。 He put the photographs down。 Bees； piss； corsets。 And they were only the pictures he could make sense of。 There were plenty more that defied easy prehension； arrangements of limbs and faces and artifacts which he had no appetite to interpret。
Before he left them where they lay there was one question remaining that he simply had to ask。
〃Are you in any of these？〃
〃Well I'm in the book aren't I？〃
〃So all that stuff you were telling me in the Gaming Room； about offering yourself to the winner？ All that was true？〃
〃All that was true。〃
〃Just how far did you go？〃
She turned the photographs over； putting their excesses out of sight。
〃As far as you want；〃 she said； smiling。 〃Then just a little further。〃
She unnerved him； and she knew it。 She took hold of his hand。 〃e on；〃 she said； 〃Let's go outside。 We're missing the dusk。〃
FOUR
They were too late。 It had been twilight when they'd entered the Pool House。 Now it was night。 But that wasn't the only change that had taken place in the time they'd lingered there。 The air Todd breathed when he stepped outside again was something more than a little colder； a little darker； than it had been。 Though there was no wind （at least the trees weren't moving） still he felt movement around and against him； a delicate touch on his arm； on his shoulder； something touching the back of his head。 He looked at Katya。 There was precious little light out here； but he could see her face with curious clarity； almost as though it were lit from within。 Her expression was one of considerable pleasure。
〃Say hello； Todd。。。〃 she told him。
〃Who to？〃
〃Oh e on。 Stop pretending to yourself。 You know they're here。〃
There was something brushing his cheek； lightly。 He flicked it away； as though it might be a moth； though he knew it wasn't。
〃I don't understand what's going on；〃 he said； his words a kind of plea。 He'd thought earlier that he could do withou