McGrady Mike - Ordeal

Ordeal — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "Ordeal" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

↓

↑

Georgia Tahoma Arial Verdana

Reset

Interval:

↓

↑

Bookmark:

Make

1234567...52

Table of Contents

Linda Lovelace became a household name in 1972, when Deep Throat became the first pornographic movie ever to cross over into the mainstream. Due to the success of Deep Throat, she appeared in Playboy, Bachelor, and even Esquire between 1973 and 1974. Soon after, Lovelace joined in with anti-pornography feminists led by Andrea Dworkin and Catharine MacKinnon, and she testified before Attorney General Meeses Commission on Pornography in 1986. She died in Denver on April 22, 2002, due to severe injuries from a car accident.

Journalist and former syndicated columnist Mike McGrady ( Newsday, Los Angeles Times ) has written many books, and he was the chief catalyst for the bestselling novel Naked Came the Stranger .

epilogue

All this seems far away. Today, after finishing this, Im going to clean my house. Ive borrowed a vacuum cleaner for the afternoon and the thought of doing that gives me a great deal of pleasure. Im a cleanliness nut, and if my little house isnt spotless, I get very upset.

My vices arent much to talk about these days. When we can afford it, I like nothing better than a beer while Im watching a football game on television. Sometimes I think Ill drive my husband nuts, the way I like sports.

Im not so hard on myself these days. Maybe its because Im so busy taking care of a three-year-old son, a husband, a house, and two cats. I look back at Linda Lovelace and I understand her; I know why she did what she did. It was because she felt it was better to live than to die.

Sure, I could have not done a lot of things. But I would have been dead. Or my parents would have been dead. And I didnt want anyone to die. I knew that God would one day show me the way to get away from Traynor. And thats what kept me going and accepting all the things that had happened. I just put my faith in God and got through it.

one

My name is not Linda Lovelace. Not these days. Linda Lovelace is the name of a woman who was much younger than I am now, much more trusting and naive and innocent. Linda Lovelace disappeared from sight several years ago. If I had my way, the name Linda Lovelace would have vanished at the same time and neither you nor I would ever hear of it again.

But the world wont let Linda Lovelace rest in peace. Today I still cant go to a supermarket or a bus station or a high school basketball game without the riskthe whispers, the pointed fingers, the stampedes.

I havent been able to escape Linda Lovelace, but I have been able to make peace with her. I understand her and what happened to her. Ive written this book so that others will also understand.

My particular concern is with my three-year-old son, who will someday have to learn that his mother was once this woman named Linda Lovelace. He will surely hear one side of the story, the side that comes with a sneer and a dirty laugh. I want him to know the rest of the story. I want the record set straight. This is for him, and its the truth, the story of what really happened.

Noon of a white-hot Florida day. Recuperating from a bad automobile accident, I was stretched out, as usual, on a chaise longue parked outside my parents home near Fort Lauderdale. Betsy, a friend from high school days, had phoned to say she was driving up from Miami to visit me.

Although I was self-conscious about the fresh scars that crisscrossed my body, I was wearing a bikini and, lying there in the noon sun, I must have dozed off. A shadow moved across my face and I opened my eyes. Betsy! Then I saw she wasnt alone. There was a young man with her. Even before he came into focus, I reached for a towel and covered myself up.

Linda, this is Chuck Traynor, Betsy said. Chucks the photographer I told you about.

Hi, I said. Give me a minute and Ill put something on.

Dont go to any trouble for us, the young man said. Were only staying a few minutesweve got to be back in Miami by two.

My first impression of Chuck Traynor: He was tall, at least six feet tall. Everybody I ever went with was my height or shorter. I was always afraid of the tall, good-looking guys. Tall guys always seemed to expect other people to do things for them; they were generally hung up on themselves.

Chuck Traynor was wearing blue jeans, an open-collared long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and wraparound sunglasses that looked like motorcycle goggles. Did I find him attractive? Its particularly hard to be true to my memory here. Okay, he was tall; he was twenty-seven years old; he wasnt too skinny; he had dirty-blond hair and, yes, he seemed attractive to me.

At that moment the most attractive part of Chuck Traynors personality was parked in the driveway. It was a new Jaguar XKE, burgundy colored, with a black leather interior and top. That impressed me. Youve got to understand, almost everyone I had ever gone out with was driving daddy-and-mommys car and here was a man with a brand new Jag, all his own.

The other first impressions also were positive. He was friendly, and he quickly showed that he had money to spend.

Your girlfriend Betsy is really something, he told me. I tried to buy her a new dress on the way over here and she wouldnt let me.

I went to another room to change into something less revealing and Betsy joined me. We had been best friends in high school, and now, at the age of twenty-one, we were living near each other and becoming friends all over again. I was there to recuperate from an automobile accident, and she was in Miami working as a topless dancer.

I told you about Chuck, Betsy said. Hes the one who wanted me to be a model. Listen, Linda, I can tell hes impressed by you, too.

What kind of modeling?

Not nude, she said quickly. Clothing. Strictly fashion modeling. Would that interest you?

Id be interested.

Interested? Id have been interested in anything that would take me away from my parents home. We went downstairs and I poured them each a beer.

You dont drink? Chuck asked.

Cant, I said. The doctors tell me I cant drink anything for two years. My liver got all banged up in an auto accident.

That didnt tell the half of it. I had been in an Opel Cadet just driving onto Taconic State Parkway in New York, still in second gear, when an old Chrysler came skidding sideways over a small hill and crashed into me. My forehead and face hit the windshield; part of one eye was hanging down, my jaw was broken and my lower front teeth were sticking out through my chin. The steering wheel broke my ribs and lacerated both my spleen and liver. This was followed by a leaking intestine and peritonitis.

All my dreams at the time were smashed up with me. I had been working in a boutique, saving money to open my own shop. I had ordered a car and picked out a little house. But now it would be months before I could do anything again.

You poor kid, Chuck said. Still, I dont guess theres any reason you couldnt have a smoke?

No reason I could think of. Chuck produced a joint, lit it up and handed it to me. I hadnt smoked pot in a long time. However, even taking a puff in my mothers house scared me. One time when my mother caught me with pot, she had dialed the police to turn me in. She would have done it, too, except my father walked over and hung up the phone.

Linda, weve got to get back to Miami, Chuck said. I own a little bar and Ive got to be there when the next shift comes on at two oclock. Why dont you come along for the ride?

He didnt have to ask twice. The three of us piled into the Jag. Chuck did the driving and Betsy sat next to him on the hump. We shared another joint as we drove along.

Next page

1234567...52

Light

Font size:

↓

↑

Georgia Tahoma Arial Verdana

Reset

Interval:

↓

↑

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «Ordeal»

Look at similar books to Ordeal. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.

Ayn Carrillo

Good Vibrations

Robert Grey Reynolds

The Ethnicity of Linda Lovelace

Eytan Bayme

High Holiday Porn: A Memoir

Jenna Jameson

How to make love like a porn star

Porter

Inside Linda Lovelaces Deep Throat

Jiz Lee

Coming out like a porn star: essays on pornography, protection, and privacy

Jameson Jenna

How to-- make love like a porn star: a cautionary tale

Blake

Out of the Blue: Confessions of an Unlikely Porn Star

Linda Lovelace

Ordeal

Jean-Luc Cheri [Cheri

Old Porn Star

Linda Lovelace

Out of Bondage

Legs McNeil

The Other Hollywood: The Uncensored Oral History of the Porn Film Industry

Discussion, reviews of the book Ordeal and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.