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Lou flung the barbecue lid to the floor. It struck with an awful, ringing clamor that made him cringe and grin. Sheila glanced around at him, then hurled herself through the doorway and into the dining room. Lou raced after her. |
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Great fun, he thought. Great fun! |
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Sheila slapped a chair, tumbling it away from the table to block his path. Lou, laughing, leaped over it. |
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He chased her into the living room. Gaining on her. But not too quickly. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't want to end this. Not right away, anyhow. He watched the way her glossy hair bounced and swayed, the way her sweatshirt shook, and how her pumping legs pulled the jeans tight against the flexing mounds of her rump. |
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In the foyer, she turned toward the front door. She glanced back at Lou. Then she struck the door with her shoulder and reached up for the guard chain. |
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The door shot open. The chain snapped taut, trapping Sheila's fingers as it bumped her away. She shrieked and yanked her hand free, flesh ripping from her fingers. As she dashed for the stairs, Lou glimpsed Buddy's black face grinning at him through the gap. 'Hey, pal, let me in.' |
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He took off, chasing Sheila up the stairs, closing in on her as fast as he could. No more time to waste. Buddy was back, and changed, and would try to steal the kill once he got through the door. The guard chain might keep him out for a while, but not for long. |
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