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'You wanta check the bottom, help yourself. Have fun.' |
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'I don't think she's in here, anyway,' Lou called. 'She must've climbed out and run for it.' |
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Shivering, he waded to the side of the pool. He tossed his barbecue fork onto the concrete, then boosted himself up. At once, the rain began to soothe his chill. Twisting around, he sat on the edge and scooted backward. He stretched out. The rain poured down on him, caressing away the cold from the pool, melting his goosebumps, covering him like a warm blanket. He shut his eyes and opened his mouth. |
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His drifting mind imagined that the rain was blood. Maureen's blood. She was suspended above him, maybe in some kind of a harness that held her horizontal over the ground. She was naked and sobbing. Blood poured from wounds all over her body. Blood from her face spilled onto Lou's face. Blood from the severed stub of her tongue dripped into Lou's mouth. Blood from her breasts splashed against his chest. From her vagina came the blood that pattered the front of his pants and soaked through, hot against his groin. He imagined the harness lowering her slowly. Closer and closer. Soon, she would be on him. |
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'Get off your ass!' Buddy shouted. 'Doug, get |
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