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Lou remembered the empty feelings of loss that she always stirred in him. But they weren't here, now. |
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'Cause I'm going to get her, after all. Tonight. |
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He pictured her tied spread-eagle to a bed. He saw himself ripping her clothes off. Pushing the tines of his barbecue fork against one of her breasts. Watching the skin dent as she writhed and screamed. Seeing the points break through her skin and slide in. And that would just be the start. |
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Lou's heart pounded like a hammer. His breath came in shaky gasps. His penis strained against the front of his pants and he wanted to let it out but the guys would laugh at him. |
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Buddy halted in front of the house next door to the one where Denise waited. 'Let's go around the back,' he said. 'Find us some windows.' |
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Lou grinned, and winced with pain from his torn lip. Then he slid the barbecue fork out of his belt. 'I want Denise,' he said. |
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'You get who you get,' Buddy told him. |
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Trev knew they weren't making good time. It slowed him down, lugging Francine around on his shoulder. And it slowed him down, keeping the others covered in front of him. |
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