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one hand. As Sheila's other hand raked his cheek, Maureen yanked her shorts up and leaped over Doug's sprawled body. He grabbed her foot, but she jerked it free. |
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Ran from the foyer, through the dining room, into the kitchen. |
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Snagged the door latch down. |
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Tugged open the sliding glass door and rushed outside into the rain. |
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'You bastard! You bastard!' Sheila cried, driving Lou back to the wall as she punched him and clawed him and tore at his hair. |
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'Stop it!' He caught one of her hands. The other punched his cheek. 'She's getting away!' |
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Then Doug was behind Sheila, throwing his arms around her, hurling her aside. She tripped over her feet and hit the floor hard. |
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'Buddy's gonna kill us!' Doug yelled as they raced for the kitchen. |
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'We'll get her,' Lou gasped. |
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