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Befor
e
sh
e
say
s
a
wor
d,I
hav
e
th
e
T-
shir
t
ove
r
he
r
mout
h
an
d
I’
m
forcin
g
he
r
bac
k
int
o
th
e
shrubber
y
tha
t
surround
s
th
e
tin
y
bod
y
o
f
wate
r
the
y
cal
l
a
lagoo
n
.

I’v
e
effectivel
y
muffle
d
he
r
scream
s.
I’v
e
go
t
he
r
dow
n
o
n
th
e
groun
d,
it’
s
col
d
an
d
there’
s
alway
s
a
ris
k,
howeve
r
remot
e,
tha
t
someon
e
migh
t
wal
k
righ
t
o
n
u
p
t
o
u
s
a
t
an
y
secon
d,
bu
t
I’v
e
go
t
t
o
se
e
he
r.
A
s
sh
e
lie
s
o
n
th
e
we
t,
col
d
gras
s
befor
e
m
e,I
sli
t
ope
n
he
r
blous
e
an
d
brassier
e.I
wa
s
righ
t
abou
t
he
r
.

The
n
sh
e
moan
s.I
haven’
t
dose
d
he
r
sufficientl
y.
I
t
happen
s
occasionall
y.I
g
o
bac
k
int
o
th
e
ba
g
fo
r
th
e
T-
shir
t
.

Bu
t
I
fin
d
th
e
moanin
g
mor
e
arousin
g
, s
oI
sto
p
an
d
replac
e
th
e
T-
shir
t
i
n
th
e
satche
l
.

The
n
I
tea
r
he
r
skir
t
an
d
pantie
s
of
f
wit
h
m
y
hand
s.
Befor
e
sh
e
ca
n
full
y
com
e
t
o
I’
m
o
n
to
p
o
f
he
r
an
d
the
n
i
n
he
r.
I’
m
liftin
g
he
r
of
f
th
e
sogg
y,
chille
d
gras
s
an
d
I’
m
poundin
g
a
t
he
r,
an
d
al
l
th
e
whil
e
I
ca
n
se
e
he
r
eye
s
comin
g
mor
e
aliv
e
an
d
aler
t.
M
y
ow
n
eye
s
hav
e
adjuste
d
t
o
th
e
di
m
lightin
g
tha
t
th
e
surroundin
g
streetlamp
s
hav
e
provide
d,
an
d
I
ca
n
se
e
he
r
wakin
g
graduall
y.
An
d
sh
e
know
s
tha
t
someon
e
i
s
insid
e
he
r,
tha
t
someon
e
i
s
takin
g
he
r,
an
d
sh
e
trie
s
t
o
screa
m,
bu
t
she’
s
stil
l
to
o
fogg
y,
an
d
sh
e
quiet
s
hersel
f
a
s
i
f
she’
s
i
n
th
e
middl
e
o
f
som
e
drea
m,
a
s
i
f
she’
s
enjoyin
g
what’
s
happenin
g
t
o
he
r.
An
d
the
n
I
hea
r
footstep
s.
The
y
ar
e
stil
l
som
e
distanc
e
awa
y
fro
m
u
s,
bu
t
the
y
ar
e
approachin
g
.

I
canno
t
sto
p,
a
s
dangerou
s
a
s
I
kno
w
i
t
i
s.
She’
s
moanin
g,
eithe
r
i
n
pleasur
e
o
r
i
n
stupo
r,
an
d
I
canno
t
sto
p
mysel
f.I
a
m
lungin
g
an
d
crashin
g
agains
t
he
r,
an
d
suddenl
y
she’
s
comin
g
t
o
consciousnes
s
.

I
t
i
s
the
n
tha
t
sh
e
crie
s
ou
t.I
punc
h
he
r
onc
e,
the
n
twic
e,
an
d
the
n
sh
e
i
s
aslee
p
agai
n.
Th
e
footstep
s
I
jus
t
hear
d
hav
e
becom
e
loude
r.
They’r
e
close
r.
S
o
I
pul
l
u
p
m
y
zippe
r,
gathe
r
m
y
tool
s,
an
d
I
ge
t
th
e
hel
l
ou
t
o
f
her
e
.

*

‘Yo
u
cam
e
hom
e
empt
y-
hande
d?’
sh
e
demand
s
.

‘Ye
s.
Someon
e
cam
e
u
p
o
n
u
s
an
d
I
—’

‘
I
ca
n
smel
l
th
e
se
x
o
n
yo
u.I
ca
n
smel
l
he
r.
Yo
u
ha
d
t
o
fuc
k
he
r
befor
e
yo
u
—’