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I reached for the bride

Chapter 12

It was ht while necessity mothered invention, and I pressed buttons and flicked switches inside e paying carnal hooddess I lived the part and rose to the occasion, so to speak, and the lady was not displeased

Her cries of passion would have been e in common As she prepared to die the little death, she cried out in cadence and crescendo, and had I not understood the words I at section of Genesis, singularly appropriate in a sense but hardly in line with my own ain And then, while I lay with eyes lidded and chest heaving andlonely as a cloud, I heard the voice of a child

"Hello, Daddy Hello, Moo for a nice walk? May I play withus as Daddy and Mooddess, and I looked at her and away and back again in a rather clu, but in a distinctly ungoddessly voice

"Mary had a little la this and other Mother Gooseries She made occasionalLittle Boy Blue and Little Bo-peep straight, but then they may have had that problem themselves The little voice never faltered and was never at a loss for words I reached out, tipped up her chin, looked into her eyes There was nobody ho to the script, it was just about time for me to put Sheena temporarily out of commission The precise mechanics of this were to be i like bopping her over the head and tying her up

I hadn’t liked the idea then and I liked it less now Soial remnant of chivalry, anachronistic but undeniable for all that,any woman in this fashion Woreat chain of being (if chains have niches) They stand (if one stands in niches) a little lower than the apes, a little higher than the angels And they are to be approached courteously, and with respect, and not with a right to the jaw

And if it is undecorous to knock a woman cold, it would see shared a bed with her I had taken this into consideration and had just about conquered my objections, and now yet another variable had been introduced I had not merely shared a bed with Sheena I had done so and had seen the bedding process induce a reversion to childhood It was one thing to coldcock Sheena, Queen of the Jungle It was another thing when Sheena had becoed from that unimpeachably mature body

"My naer? My ers Are you a nice man? My name is Jane-"

She’s a murderess, I told myself A butcher Next to her, Ilse Koch was just a life-of-the-party type with a lampshade on her head

"My daddy is a ht sometimes he sleeps with my mommy and they wrestle and call out God’s naetables and say o to heaven when I die When oes with my mommy and they say their prayers and wrestle My daddy’s name is Mordecai My momht A butcheringcannibal A menace

"My name is Jane and I am ten years old-"

I sed Whatever happened to Baby Jane, it had certainly left its mark on her But underneath the animal skins and inside the lush flesh the innocent child lived on It was all still there, trapped in aher life story serialized in the National Enquirer