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anything,' he whispered. 'We're down here, you know? He's up there. They might just be talking.' |
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'Besides, she tried to knock his head off.' |
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'That's no excuse to . . . violate her.' |
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'I know,' Lou whispered. He moved his hand over the cross-strap of Sheila's bra. He knew she would go ape if he tried to unhook it. |
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The lucky son-of-a-bitch, Buddy. Up there with the pizza gal. Bet he got the bra off her. Everything else, too. The bitch was in no position to argue. |
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Bet he violated her but good. |
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'Maybe Buddy's got some raincoats and umbrellas around,' Sheila whispered. 'If we covered up really good . . .' |
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'It's too risky.' Then Lou came up with an idea that he knew should please her. 'Besides, there's no telling what Buddy might do to the gal.' |
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'That's what scares me. I don't want to be around . . .' |
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'If we stay, we might be able to keep him in line, you know? Stop him from . . .' |
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'Nobody stopped him upstairs.' |
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You didn't, either, Lou thought. But he didn't want to say anything that might turn Sheila against him. He rubbed her shoulder, sliding the bra strap out of his way. |
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'I won't let Buddy do anything really bad,' he said. |
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'Oh, raping someone isn't really bad? What do you call really bad?' |
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