“Then,” she said, her voice quavering, “he opened his robe. I could hear all those people down below. They were standing all around the pyramid and they were chanting, ‘Tezca, Tezca, Tezca.’ Over and over and over. And then that horrible woman told me—ordered me—to take his…to put his penis in my mouth.” “And did you?” asked the offscreen voice. She was motionless, rigid. And then, slowly, she nodded her head twice, stopping with her head pointed down, her shoulders slumped. “Was that the first time they made you do that? Up on the pyramid?” She shook her head. “How many times?” asked the offscreen voice. She didn’t say anything, but you could see her shoulders beginning to shake. “Ten times,” she finally gasped, collapsing in tears. The scene shifted to Ed Bradley, facing the camera, no jacket, top two buttons of his khaki shirt unbuttoned, squinting into the New Mexico sun.
