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and she slid back under the Jeep moments before Buddy appeared beside the house. She watched his feet as he rushed around. Then someone joined him. Either Lou or Doug, she supposed. She heard voices, but the pounding rain and the distance prevented her from making out what was being said. |
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When one of the boys approached the Jeep, Maureen knew she was about to be found. More excited than frightened, she'd wondered whether to stay in the tight space, or scurry out and attack. But the kid never looked under the vehicle. Apparently, he just peered in through the windows. Then, he'd gone away and there was more talk. |
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Working her way toward the front, she'd seen Buddy and Doug standing by their motorcycles near the top of the driveway. After a brief conversation, Doug went through the gate. Buddy waited by his bike. |
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Now, driving her Jeep in pursuit of the boys, Maureen was glad she'd resisted her urge to go for Buddy while he was waiting by his bike. She'd been very tempted. She'd wanted to crawl out from under the Jeep and let him see her, pull off her T-shirt and shorts as he approached. The rain would feel wonderful on her bare skin. She would caress herself, tell Buddy how much she wanted him. And he would put his knife away to free his hands for touching her. |
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It had worked with Doug and Lou in the house. It would work with Buddy. |
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And just when he was so overcome with lust that he |
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