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before this babe went berserk with her rock. It's beenwhat?five or ten minutes since I nailed her.' |
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'Good point,' Doug told him. |
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'So it doesn't do shit, touching her.' |
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Doug seemed convinced, 'I'll help you,' he said. |
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Buddy looked at Lou. 'OK,' Lou said. |
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'You guys take her feet. Whatever you do, don't drop her, she'll fuck up the carpet.' |
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Lou followed Doug around to the feet of the sprawled woman. She was wearing low heels. A little bit of green still showed where the shoes weren't stained with black. She didn't wear stockings. Her shins and ankles were streaky. The damp skirt of her dress reached down just past her knees, and looked glued to her legs. Here and there, its fabric was still green. |
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Lou realized that Doug had already lifted her left ankle off the floor. |
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He didn't want to touch her. |
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But he wrapped both hands around her right ankle. He'd expected her skin to feel cold. It was warm, though. It felt good. Some of his dread seemed to ease. |
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She's just a normal woman, he told himself, and lifted. Doug brought her other leg high. Buddy, squatting, grabbed her under the armpits. He straightened up. The sudden increase in weight nearly pulled her ankle from Lou's grip. |
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'Heavy mother, ain't she?' Doug said. |
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Sure heavier than she looks, Lou thought, taking careful steps as Buddy walked backward with her. The woman looked slim. Pretty tall, though. |
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