Margery Coleman's shoulders heaved with the force of her sobbing. Her breasts rose and fell swiftly under the tight confines of her silk dress. Himmelman thought how like a sinner she looked on the final Judgement Day."Why can't I be normal like other women? Why must I have such horrible desires?" she wailed.
"How do you like it?" she asked."With your mouth open," I said.Her eyes got hard. "Now listen, mister," she said. "Maybe Rose should have told you I don't do anything like that." The hard look faded. "Unless," she said, rubbing her thumb on her extended fingers, "you can tempt me.""I meant with your mouth open so you can talk."
"You mean just talk?"
"I'm going to be a caveman. I'm going to beat the hell out of you. Then I'm going to take you. I've decided that's a better treatment for a frigid bitch like you than all the crap (Bab's psychiatrist) Palmer can conjure up to waste money"More incredible than hubby's transformation from pent-up but understanding mate to masochistic animal is Babs' resignation to her fate:"It might work," she told herself. "It's worth a try."
The lost ones. They call for the God they've never known. There are no atheists in foxholes. Outside the world the day they're born, frightened, they sell out for a ride to cloudland. Their God is a thirty five pound monkey perched lovingly between the shoulder blades. Heaven is a dirty room and a vein charged full of hope.
"Why you lousy little grave-robber, get your effing hands off that guy, you ain't fit to wear his dirty underwear, that was Kid Walders and he could of been a contender..."But my favorite line comes from Piddy in a moment of fright and self-doubt:I was frankly dropping my load.
"Sorry," I said. "I'm not your type.""I'm everybody's type." She answered, moving closer through the mist."Know any place where I can get a little action?""My apartment.""Different kind. Cards, dice, that action.""You a queer?" she asked, watching me more closely."I hope not."
He hit the girl so hard in the gut the sound was enough to make you sick. Squishy, like when you squeeze a sponge. I thought she'd upchuck everything she'd ate for a week.
"But Captain, how long does a gink stay with a hustler? Marchione could've pulled out at any minute."
He walked off down the street, jamming the stockings into his pocket as he went. In his pocket, his fingers released the stockings and fastened on something else-something as hard and male as the stockings had been female.
The man at the door was expressionless. The gun in his hand belched six times. Ben's body twisted grotesquely and fell to the floor.The phone still clung to his hand.But it was dead.And so was Ben...
Here was a girl who knew what her sisters had forgotten!
Afterwards, back in her own apartment, she put his eyes in the box with the others.
I told her who I was and what I wanted. I also gave her a smile, half power. What I could see above the typewriter looked usable. It couldn't be all hers. But, what the hell, I've got padded shoulders in my jacket, so we're even.
From a distance he heard a woman laughing wildly, then a second explosion and the world fell on his head.
What happened next to Marc is something that has defied understanding ever since man left the caves.
Her eyes took in my clothes, looking for a bulge.
"Oh Arnie," she murmured as she wriggled out of her panties.