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part of the game. He had learned it was what she wanted. But the seering pain as her even white teeth savagely sliced into the fullness of his lower lip stopped him. Then she began laughing and pushed him away. She was still laughing as he stood there staring stupidly at the inviting fullness of her exposed breasts. He could feel the sensation of the warm blood trickle out of the tear in his flesh. |
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"Get in the car," she hissed. "I'm not through with you." |
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Charlie responded like an obedient child. He walked blindly around the big Lincoln and slumped into the seat on the passenger's side. Kristen was already behind the wheel, starting the engine. |
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They drove through the nearly deserted streets in silence. It had been like this before. He was only partially aware of the parade of lonely streetlights, of the occasional traffic, of the young people standing on street corners, of neon lights and the relentless sound of the surf. |
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The woman parked the car and walked silently beside him across the parking lot. He could hear the staccato click of her heels on the pavement, and he kept on enduring the silence as they walked through the deserted lobby. In the elevator she continued to display the sullen yet provocative smile. He understood it all; it was an invitation, a promise, a |
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