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guide him and she was so wet that he didn t stop or even slow but buried
himself inside her with one violent stroke. She gasped with the mixed pleasure
and pain of it and he moved back and thrust again and this time she cried out
because she was coming, her back arching, her body shuddering, her hands
moving involuntarily to his ass to pull him deeper, deeper. She felt his arms
go under hers and he took her face hard in both hands and spread her legs
wider with his thighs, his weight on her now, holding her, pinning her to the
bed, kissing her hard again, fucking her like some primitive natural force
she d conjured but could now no longer control. He was moaning in her mouth,
she could hear it and feel it both, and his movements grew faster, more
brutal, and she felt another orgasm welling up from the depths of her. He
groaned and squeezed his eyes shut and hammered at her harder than ever, as
though enraged, or enraptured, or punishing an enemy he didn t know how else
to kill. Then the groan grew wilder and his body tensed and she felt him
coming and she came, too, a shock wave of pleasure reverberating from her
groin to her toes, her breasts, her fingertips, her mouth where he was kissing
her still.
Slowly, gingerly, she settled back onto the bed, gasping as though she had
just surfaced from the deep. Rain dropped his head next to hers and took some
weight onto his elbows. She heard him mumble something, she didn t know what,
and she smiled through near delirium.
He remained like that for a few moments, the only movement the gradually
slowing rise and fall of his breathing. Then he rolled off her onto his back,
but close this time, so their bodies were touching, not the way it had been on
the couch. They lay there, and she imagined a pair of shipwreck survivors who
had just washed up exhausted onto a beach.
He came to his side to face her and put a hand on her belly. A line of sweat
was trickling down his forehead, and she wiped it away with a finger.
 You okay? he asked.
She smiled.  Okay?
 I didn t mean to be so& rough.
She laughed.  I think you did.
He dropped his eyes and a little color crept into his cheeks.  Well& 
He looked so appealing to her right then. The tousled hair& the sweat& the
sudden shyness after a bout of demonic lovemaking.  Sometimes you re a little
rough, John, she said, tracing the contours of his face with her fingertips.
 It s part of you. It s part of what I& like about you.
Good God, in the raw, dazed honesty of the moment, she had almost said,  What
I love about you. She had been close before to giving voice to those
feelings, but had always pulled back out of fear of his reaction.
 Come sit with me in the hot tub, she said.
He looked at her, sidelong.  I don t know if I can move.
She smiled and punched him on the shoulder.  If I can, you can.
They switched off the patio lights and entered the water slowly, wincing from
the heat at first, then enduring, and finally surrendering to it. They sat
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immersed in the near dark, steam rising into the cool air around them.
 It s good here, isn t it? Delilah said. In the dim light, she could see his
eyes, but not make out his expression.
He didn t answer for a while. He was looking past her, and just as she thought
she would take a chance and ask him what he was thinking, he said,  How will I
know?
 Know what?
 How to make the right choice. Because I never have before.
She reached through the water and took his hand.  I think you made a good one
a few minutes ago. That s a start.
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DOX HAD BECOME adept at reading sounds and other signals on the boat. Whose
footsteps belonged to whom; whose muffled voices. The vibration of the engine
when they were at sea; its silence when they were in port. The slight dip and
rise of the craft when someone stepped on or off it. He knew they were in a
port right now, somewhere. Hilger and the blond dude were off the boat; only
Uncle Fester and the young-looking guy were still aboard.
He heard footsteps on the stairs and knew from the sound it was Fester. He
glanced up a moment later and there he was, looking in through the door
window. Dox smiled at him to let him know he wasn t afraid, and turned up both
his hands to offer a double middle finger salute. He heard the lock turning,
and Fester poked his head in.
 How you doing, Uncle Fester? Dox asked, smiling as though the psycho were
his best friend.
 I m good, pendejo. I wanted you to know, I m going to bring you a surprise.
 Oh, Fester, you don t have to put yourself out for me. I know you ve got
important things to do, you know, lawns to mow, fruit to pick, things like
that.
Fester reddened and Dox felt a rush of satisfaction. He had nothing against
Mexicans or anyone else for that matter. It was just a good way to push
Fester s buttons.
Fester recovered and broke out in a hundred-watt psycho smile.  Ordinarily,
I d fuck you up for that. But& I think now I ll wait until next time I see you.
I ll bring the surprise then. I just want you to have it to think about.
Dox shook his head.  Fester, I m disappointed in you. It s sad that a
first-class sadist such as yourself should have to resort to such crude and
obvious strategies as trying to instill dread in the prisoner. You ve been
reading too many books on interrogation, I think that s the problem.
Fester reddened again, and Dox thought he might be onto something. Before he
could follow up, Fester said,  Oh, one more thing. You know, we re setting up
your friend. He s doing some jobs for us, and then we re going to kill him.
Should be just another day, maybe two. When he s dead, we won t need you
anymore. I m telling you because I want you to wonder every time I knock on
your door.  Is he here to give me my surprise? Or is he going to gut me and
let me bleed over the side to attract sharks before throwing me in? 
 That s more like it, Fester! See how you put some of your own special
personality into it? That time, it didn t feel like it came from a book. Keep
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