The door slammed behind him and Joe was there shivering in the dark. Like a rubber crutch. It squeezed, slowlytightening, the fingers wriggling. Jo would have pestered me todeath about the ones I was wearing, if she had been there.
Cops were shoving men and women into it. And if there were second thoughts, at least you'd be havingthem in my bed. I closed my eyes, began to drift away, and then a scream rippedthrough the house. I got her out of the road,though.
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