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As he clutched her neck, she tried to knee him in the groin. Hit something that made him gruntprobably just his thighand he threw her sideways by the neck. Her feet slipped out from under her. She fell, keeping hold of the nozzle, felt a rough tug when it reached the end of its hose, heard a crack of breaking plastic. |
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Her back slammed against the tub but something cushioned her head as it snapped down. Kara? |
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Tom came down on top of her, mashing out her breath, squeezing her throat. She pounded the nozzle against the side of his head. Water no longer sprayed from it. But water was spouting down, anyway, probably from the shower arm. Not hitting Denise. Shooting against Tom. And starting to fill the tub, burning against her buttocks and back. |
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Dropping the nozzle, she cupped water in both hands and flung it at his face. He cried out. His stranglehold loosened. She grabbed his thumbs and tore them away from her throat. His hands plunged into the water, splashing it up against her face and shoulders, and she yelped as the droplets stung her. |
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'Oh my God, Denny, what am I doing to you?' |
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'God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' His cheek pressed the side of her face. |
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