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anything,' he whispered. 'We're down here, you know? He's up there. They might just be talking.'
'Oh, sure.'
'Besides, she tried to knock his head off.'
'That's no excuse to . . . violate her.'
'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.
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.
Bet he violated her but good.
'Maybe Buddy's got some raincoats and umbrellas around,' Sheila whispered. 'If we covered up really good . . .'
'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.'
'That's what scares me. I don't want to be around . . .'
'If we stay, we might be able to keep him in line, you know? Stop him from . . .'
'Nobody stopped him upstairs.'
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.
'I won't let Buddy do anything really bad,' he said.
'Oh, raping someone isn't really bad? What do you call really bad?'

 
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