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"Do you want me to lift the cover?" she asked

I could sh black leather boot, and the other gun, very fancy and modern, a distinctly different collection of metallic scents, in the holster under his arm I could smell cash on him too, that unmistakable stale smell of filthy paper money

"Come on, you chicken, buster?" asked Benji "You want onna be real surprised, believe me!"

"There's no body under there," he said with a sneer "Why don't we sit down and have a little talk? This isn't really your place, is it? I think you children need a little paternal guidance "

"The body's all burnt up," said Benji "Don't get sick now "

"Burnt up!" said the man

It was Sybelle's long hand that suddenly whipped the coverlet back The cool air skidded across led growl caught in his throat

"For the love of God!"

My body sprang up, drawn by the plump fountain of blood like a hideous puppet on a score of whipping strings I flailed against hiernails hard into his neck and wrapped the other ar at the blood that spilled fro pain in s

Now I had him

His height, his strength, his powerful shoulders, his huge hands cla to my hurt flesh, none of this could help him I had hiht I would swoon But my body wasn't about to allow it My body had locked to hi of voracious tentacles

At once, his crazed and lulitzy swirl of New York irotesque horror, of raes flood o for the quick death I had to have every drop of blood inside him, and for that the heart ive up

If I had ever tasted blood this strong, this sweet and salty, I had no memory of it; there was no way in which memory could record such deliciousness, the absolute rapture of thirst slaked, of hunger cured, of loneliness dissolved in this hot and intimate embrace, in which the sound of my own

seething, straining breath would have horrified me if I had cared about it

Such a noise I ed his thick muscles, my nostrils were pressed into his pampered soap-scented skin