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‘I really don’t know if we should do this. ’

‘The room? ’

‘Everything. ’

‘Man, you’re a case. ’ Shaking his head, Duke fixed Norman with a look of exaggerated disgust and pity. ‘You don’t watch out, you’re gonna go through your whole life and get to the end of it and find out you never done nothing. You gotta go for it, man. That’s what life’s all about. ’

‘If you’re living a beer commercial. ’

‘Ha! Good one. ’

‘Maybe I should just go ahead and pay for a room, ’ Norman suggested. ‘I mean, I don’t like this idea of trying to get a freebie. ’

‘Take what you can get, ’ Duke said. ‘Somebody wants to hand us a room for the night. . . ’

‘But—’

‘Look, you’re just scared of getting caught. But the thing is, so what if we do get caught? Say Boots finds herself a horny clerk at the front desk – she gives him some head or whatever – he lets her have a room for the night and the boss shows up and finds out all about it. The clerk’s the guy that gets his ass reamed. We walk. The worst that happens, maybe we have to fork over whatever it would’ve cost us to get the room legitimate. See? ’

‘I guess so. But it still seems like a bad idea. ’

‘That’s ’cause you’re also scared to fuck her. ’

Norman’s face flooded with heat. ‘I am not. ’

‘Sure you are. Shit, she’s a scary bitch any way you slice it, but it’s gotta be real scary for a guy like you. ’

‘What do you mean, like me? ’

‘A guy that’s never done it before. ’

‘Who says I’ve never done it? ’

‘You told me. ’

‘No, I didn’t. ’ Norman frowned. Had he admitted such a thing to Duke? No! No way! He’d never told that to anyone, much less to Duke.

‘You want a piece of advice? ’ Duke asked.

‘I don’t need any advice. ’

‘Sure you do. ’

‘Yeah, sure. ’ Norman rolled his eyes upward. ‘Okay. Let’s hear it. ’

‘First thing you gotta know, dames aren’t the same down there as guys. ’

‘Very funny. ’

Duke tried to look offended. ‘No! I mean it! Seriously. They haven’t got tools. ’

‘Ha ha. ’

‘You think I’m joking? I mean it! ’

Norman started to laugh for real.

Leaning forward, Duke whispered, ‘It’s like their tools got cut off, and all they’ve got left is just this gash. Now, what you’ve gotta do is put your tool in her gash. Get it? ’

‘I get it. Jeez! ’

‘And you gotta make sure you stick it in the front. You don’t wanna stick it in the back by mistake, you know what I mean? That’s a good place to stay away from. ’

Norman, shaking his head, tried to stop laughing.

‘Stick it in the right spot, and you got nothing to worry about. ’

‘Except maybe for the clap and a few other things. ’

‘No problemo, good buddy. They got a vending machine in the john. ’

‘You mean, like for condoms? ’

‘Right on. They got three varieties. We’ll go in and stock up, soon as we get done eating. ’

Norman nodded, but wrinkled his nose. ‘Those things aren’t all that safe, you know. ’

‘Sure they are. Ain’t you never heard of “safe sex”? ’

‘I heard the things don’t work too well. Like they break when you’re inside her, or sometimes come off. . . that sort of stuff. A lot of the time. Like once out of six. I mean, that’s not very good odds. That’s the same sort of odds as playing Russian roulette with a six-shooter. ’

Duke frowned. ‘So what? Just fuck her five times, you’re okay. ’

Duke looked quite pleased with himself.

Norman laughed a bit, then said, ‘Good one. ’

‘Yeah, I know. I’m a card. Fact is, though, you gotta lighten up. Who’s to say she’s even infected? It might be as sweet as a rose garden down there. ’

‘Can we ask her? ’

‘Like anyone’s gonna admit it. ’

‘Do you have it? ’

‘You mean AIDS? ’

‘Yeah. ’

‘Like I’d admit it? ’

‘Do you? ’

‘Don’t know, don’t care. ’

‘How can you not care? ’

‘I don’t worry about shit like that. I live how I wanna live. And I know one thing for sure – I ain’t ever gonna let no disease nail my ass. When I go out, I go out quick in a blaze of glory. ’

‘Not with a whimper, but a bang. ’

‘Right on. ’

‘I think I’d rather live to a ripe old age and die in bed, ’ Norman said.

‘Yeah? Gee whiz! How come that doesn’t just surprise the everlasting shit outta me? ’

‘Make fun all you want. I don’t intend to go around risking my life for a few minutes of. . . screwing Boots, or whatever. ’

‘So you’re telling me you ain’t gonna fuck her? ’

‘It just isn’t worth it. ’

‘What’re you aiming to do, stand around and watch us? ’

Another blush scorched Norman’s face. ‘I don’t know, ’ he muttered. ‘I figured I’d. . . just sort of go along to the room and see what happens. ’

‘I know what’ll happen. We better load up on rubbers. ’

By the time they were done eating, Boots still hadn’t returned. They asked for coffee. Then Norman gave Duke a five-dollar bill.

‘What’s this for? ’

‘Why don’t you go up to the cashier and get some change? Whatever you need for the vending machine. ’

‘Quarters. ’

‘Yeah. Then, you know – go in the john and buy whatever we need. ’

‘We? Changed your mind already? ’

‘Okay, whatever you need. ’

‘Sure you don’t wanna come along? ’

‘No, that’s all right. ’

‘Aren’t gonna run out on us, are you? ’

He hadn’t thought of that.

I could!

Yeah, right, he thought. I couldn’t even make myself drive away from the beach, so I’m sure I’m gonna take off when I’ve got a chance to end up in a motel room with her.

Duke stood up from the table, his chair scooting back, its legs squawking against the floor. Breadcrumbs speckled his pants. Norman watched him walk toward the cashier’s counter. The five was in Duke’s left hand. His right hand was shoved partway down the seat pocket of his jeans. He walked with a swagger. Norman couldn’t see his face, but he knew there had to be a smirk on it. Guy acts like he owns the world.

Norman tried to picture himself wa

lking like Duke, dressing like him, smirking like him.

I’d look like a total dork, he decided. I just haven’t got what it takes.

What does it take? he wondered. Does it have to be in the genes to be able to wear jeans like that? Like you’re James Dean. Better yet, would I really want to be like him? Let’s face it, the guy’s a macho jerk and not all that bright.

But he sure is cool. What does it take to be that cool? Plenty of time attending the school of hard knocks, Norman supposed. More balls than brains. I wouldn’t want to be that way, he told himself. And a voice in a shadowy corner of his mind whispered, What good are brains if you’re a gutless wonder who hasn’t got any balls at all? You’ve gotta take chances sometimes or what’s the point? Carpe diem! Seize the day! Seize the babe! If you chicken out with Boots tonight, you’ll regret it the rest of your life.

Chapter Fourteen

Flushed and a little breathless, Boots dropped into her chair. She smiled at Duke and Norman in turn.

‘We was starting to take you for missing in action, ’ Duke said.

‘Not me. ’

‘How’d it go? ’

She shifted onto her left buttock, reached behind the right, and pulled something out of the rear pocket of her jeans. A big green plastic tab with a key dangling from its end.

A smile spread across Duke’s face. ‘All right! ’

‘Jeez, ’ Norman gasped. ‘You did it? ’

‘Told you I was gonna, didn’t I? ’ Boots glanced around the diner as if worried about spies, then quickly returned the motel key to her seat pocket. ‘It was a cinch. ’

‘Really? ’ Norman asked. He found himself leaning toward her and whispering. ‘You really got it for free? ’

She beamed at him.

Duke grinned. ‘I think Normy here wants all the juicy details. ’

‘That so, Normy? ’

‘Well. . . ’

‘You wanna sit here and listen to how I got the room for us, or you wanna go over and get into it? ’

‘You betcha, ’ Duke said

Norman felt as if his face might burst into flame. ‘Well. . . ’

‘I think Normy’s got the jitters. ’ Duke winked.

‘Would you quit calling me “Normy”? Please? ’

His eyes on Boots, Duke said, ‘Normy’s got such a bad case of the jitters, he’s about ready to shit. ’

Boots reached out and took hold of Norman’s hand. ‘What’re you scared of? ’

Norman shrugged.

‘He’s scared of getting in trouble with the law, ’ Duke explained. ‘And he’s scared of you. He’s a virgin. ’

‘Good deal! ’ She squeezed Norman’s hand. ‘I’ll break you in. ’

‘That’s what scares him. ’

‘Well, it ain’t like I’m gonna hurt him. ’ To Norman, she said, ‘You got nothing to be scared of, honey. This is gonna be the night of your life. Now, come on. Let’s get the show on the road. ’ She took her hand away and stood up.

‘Are you sure you don’t want anything else before we go? ’ Norman asked her. ‘Did you get enough to eat? Do you need a Pepsi, or something? ’ To Duke he said, ‘How about you? Don’t you want another hot dog, or something? ’

‘Only one thing I’m hankering to eat, good buddy, and it ain’t a doggie. ’

Boots laughed. She leaned over the table and slapped Duke’s shoulder.

Giving her a smirky grin, Duke got to his feet.

‘Just a minute, ’ Norman said. He took out his wallet and removed a few dollars for the tip. His hands trembled as he folded the bills. He tucked them under a corner of his coffee mug. When he stood up, his legs were shaking. My God, I can’t believe I’m really gonna go through with this.

I’m not going through with anything, he told himself. Not yet, anyhow. Just gonna pay the tab and go outside. Which I’d be doing anyway. Then maybe I’ll go over to the motel with them, or maybe not. I can do whatever I want. Nobody’s holding a gun to my dick. . . Dick? I mean head. I wonder if she gives head. . . Oh Christ, I’m rambling. . .

Duke and Boots waited by the cashier’s counter while Norman paid. Then they walked ahead of him to the door.

As he followed them he gazed at Boots. She wore her tank top, cutoff jeans and white boots. In the beach parking lot, by the side of the Cherokee, Norman and Duke had watched her put them on. Still in her black-knit bikini, she’d stepped into the shorts and pulled them up. Then she’d slipped the tank top down over her head. After putting her boots back on she had untied the yarn at the nape of her neck, then reached up under the back of the tank top, fiddled around in there, and finally plucked out the upper part of her bikini.

It had gone into her big denim bag. But her bikini pants had stayed on.

Norman wondered if she was still wearing them, just as he was still wearing his swimming trunks underneath his shorts. He stared at the seat of her cutoffs. The blue denim, faded almost white, was packed tight with her buttocks. No telltale lines to indicate that she was wearing the bikini pants underneath.

Maybe they’re in her bag by now.

Maybe she took them off for the benefit of the motel’s desk clerk.

She’s such a slut, he thought. Not to mention ugly. I’d have to be nuts to mess around with her. She doesn’t even seem like a real human being. Maybe she’s the result of a laboratory experiment. A fusion of human and pig DNA. Now she’s broken free. She’s making men pay for the result of the obscene experiment. The Revenge of the Pig Woman. . . oh Christ, I really am rambling. . .

But it excited him, knowing that her breasts were loose inside her tank top and that she was probably naked underneath the ragged cutoff jeans. Wow, gonna make bacon tonight. . . with the Pig Woman. Gonna make a hog of myself, too. . . The excitement made Norman dizzy.

Duke stepped outside the diner and held the door open. Boots walked out. Norman followed her.

The sun must’ve just gone down. When they’d entered the diner, the town had been aglare with sunlight flashing off glass and chrome. Now all the harsh brightness was gone. The white rocks of the parking lot had a mild blue tint. Boots rubbed her arms.

She started to turn around, so Norman glanced at the slit side of her cut-offs. Bare skin was all he saw.

Nothing under there but Boots, he thought. I’d bet on it. Pure pork belly. . . Stop it, he told himself. You’re making crap jokes because you’re nervous.

Stick around and find out what’s under those tight clothes of hers.

‘Wait’ll you get a look at the room, ’ she said. ‘It’s a real peach. ’

‘You’re the peach, ’ Duke told her.

Lame, Norman thought.

Duke stood there in a slouch, a smirk on his face, both arms up as he ran a comb through his greased waves of hair.

If he doesn’t watch out, Norman thought, he’ll get mobbed by autograph hounds.

Except there seemed to be no one nearby.

And the stars Duke seemed to be copying were long dead: Elvis, Dean, Brando.

‘You gonna stick around? ’ Duke asked.

Norman looked across the road at the Golden Anchor Inn and felt himself go squirmy inside.

A nice place. A long, two-story complex, with stairways going up to the second level. Freshly painted. Lights aglow in some of the big picture windows of the guest rooms. The parking lot was about half-full, and the red neon VACANCY sign seemed shockingly bright in the mellow dusk. ‘Well. . . ’

‘Come on, ’ Boots said. Turning away, she sashayed toward the Cherokee. The blue-white stones of the parking lot made crunching sounds under her boots.

‘How about it, Norm? ’ Duke asked. ‘Ready to turn the boy into a man?

‘We’ll see. I don’t know yet. ’

Boots smiled over her shoulder. ‘If you don’t, you’re gonna be sorry. ’

Either way, he thought, I’m gonna be sorry. They climbed into his car.

Boots, in the back seat, leaned forward as Norman started the engine. He saw her face be

side his shoulder. ‘We even got cable TV and a thingy. . . a channel-changer. ’

Norman started to back up. ‘What should we do about parking? ’ he asked.

‘Just do it. ’

‘Maybe we shouldn’t use the motel parking lot. Since we aren’t registered? ’

Duke snorted. ‘You worry too much. Or have I already mentioned that? ’

Norman shifted, and steered toward an opening near the far end of the lot. ‘Maybe you’d worry, ’ he said, ‘if it was your car. ’

‘Your old man’s car, you mean? ’

‘Which is even worse, ’ Norman pointed out. ‘I’m just saying maybe we should leave it on the next block, or something. Just in case something does go wrong. ’

Boot’s fingers slid gently up the back of Norman’s head. ‘Nothing’s gonna go wrong, honey. ’ The fingers felt awfully good. They made him squirm. But then she took them away.

‘Let’s put it smack in front of the room so we don’t have to walk so far. ’

‘I don’t know. ’

Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea, he thought. If we’re right at the door, we can hurry into the room really fast. Less chance of being spotted. Not to mention how convenient it’ll be if we need to make a quick getaway. What if somebody takes down the license plate?

Big deal, Norman told himself. I do worry too much. My God, it’s not like we’re committing a federal offense or something. We’re getting a free room for the night, that’s all. It’s no big deal, so lighten up.

No traffic was coming, so he steered onto the road and drove slowly back toward the Golden Anchor.

‘Don’t take the first entrance, ’ Boots told him.

Norman saw that it led directly to the portico in front of the motel office.

‘There’s another way in, ’ she added. ‘Down at the other end of the lot. ’

‘Scared your clerk might wanna join the party? ’ Duke asked.

‘He ain’t on duty now. His boss was coming on. ’

Norman groaned.

‘Don’t worry, hon. What he don’t know ain’t gonna hurt him. ’

‘What if he checks somebody into our room? ’

Duke laughed.

‘I don’t see what’s so funny. It could happen. ’

‘It ain’t gonna happen, ’ Boots said. ‘My guy took care of it. ’

‘Oh. You mean we are checked in? ’

‘Not as us. But the room’s signed up for. ’

That was certainly good news.

Maybe I’ll stay, after all, Norman thought. I’ve gotta spend the night somewhere. Now, at least, there won’t be much danger of getting into trouble about the room.

Just have to stay away from Boots. And keep her away from me.

He drove slowly alongside the motel’s parking lot, keeping watch for the second entrance. When he spotted it he flipped his turn signal on. He swung in.

‘It’s one-forty, ’ Boots said. ‘That’s the last room on this end. See it? ’ Her arm stretched past the side of his face, her finger pointing. ‘That one right there. Where that car is. ’

Norman drove straight toward it. But he asked, ‘Are you sure? I mean, somebody’s parked there. ’

‘Those guys, they went upstairs. ’

‘Oh. Okay. Are you sure? ’

‘Yeah, I’m sure. Good golly, Norman. ’

‘Just pull in next to it, ’ Duke said.

‘Okay. ’ Slowing, he eased his Cherokee into the space to the right of the other car.

‘Brand new Caddy, ’ Duke muttered. ‘Wonder how much these rooms go for? ’

‘Plenty, I’ll bet, ’ Boots said. ‘It’s a real dandy place – just wait, you’ll see. ’

Norman shut off the engine. ‘Let’s get in fast before someone spots us, ’ he hissed.

Boots put her hand against the back of his head and gave it a gentle shove. Then she climbed out.

Norman cringed when she slammed her door. It sounded like an explosion. He expected faces to suddenly appear at room windows. He grimaced at Duke. ‘Shouldn’t we try and be quiet? ’

‘Got a lesson for you, bud. When you’re up to sneaky shit, the last thing you wanna do is act sneaky. If you’re going in a place, you go in acting like you own it. ’

Boots strode past the front of the Cadillac and stopped at the door of room 140. She slid her key into the lock.

‘Let’s go, ’ Duke said.

They climbed out of the Cherokee and Duke flung his door shut. Norman shut his door gently. In spite of Duke’s lesson on sneakiness, he just couldn’t bring himself to slam it.

Boots was stepping into the room by the time they reached her. They hurried inside and Duke shut the door. The room was dark except for a slice of gray dusk-light coming in through a gap between the edges of the curtains.

Duke flicked a switch. A lamp came on. It stood atop a round table in front of the closed curtains. The room looked fine to Norman: it had a queen-sized bed and a single one, covers and a carpet that didn’t appear dirty, and a nice set of dressers, counters and mirrors. The TV was raised in the middle of the unit, where it could probably be seen well from either bed. He glimpsed a counter and a sink in the nook at the other end of the room. The door to the bathroom was probably over to the right, hidden by the wall that ran out past the end of the far bed.

Not a luxury room, but not a dump, either. It would be a good place to spend the night. My God, am I really gonna do it? Norman’s heart hammered. I can just stay, he told himself, and mind my own business and keep away from Boots.

‘Ain’t it a peach? ’ Boots asked. Grinning, she raised her arms and twirled around like an awkward, stocky ballerina. From Dance of the Sugar-Plum Hog. As she completed her twirl, she flopped backward onto the queen-sized bed. She lay sprawled there, her arms out, her legs dangling off the end with the corner of the mattress between her parted knees. Her thick thighs filled the leg holes of her cut-offs, so Norman couldn’t see in. Her tank top had drifted up, baring her midriff.

Boots squirmed slowly and moaned. Raising her head, she looked from Duke to Norman. ‘I’m ready when you are. What say we get the show on the road? ’

Norman faced Duke, his mouth dry. ‘You go first. ’

Duke lifted his eyebrows.

‘I’ll. . . I can watch television. Or. . . I know, I can take a shower while you’re. . . you know, busy. Unless you’d rather have me leave. I could go for a walk, I guess. Come back in, what, an hour? ’

‘Up to you, honcho, ’ Duke said. ‘All the same to me. You can stay and join in, if it don’t matter to Boots. ’

She pushed herself up on her elbows and gave Norman a lazy smile. ‘Don’t you dare go running off. ’

‘But. . . ’

Sitting up, Boots crossed her arms over her belly, clutched the tank top, pulled it up and over her head and off. She tossed it aside. It fell to the floor between the beds. Flopping onto her back again, she flung out her arms. ‘Somebody wanna finish the job? ’ she asked, raising one of her booted feet.

‘Happy to oblige you, ma’am, ’ Duke said. He stepped forward. When he tugged the boot off, the girl’s whole body jerked. Her breasts hopped, wobbled, jiggled.

I’ve gotta get out of here, Norman told himself. Before it’s too late. He took a step closer for a better view. In the lamp light he could see the pink of Boots’s sunburn. The color was solid and even, except on her breasts. Her breasts were pale but had pink speckles where the sun had entered through the webbing of yarn. Her nipples were standing up straight. Both the tips looked ruddy, and Norman recalled how they’d been sticking out through the small holes in her bikini.

Her breasts lurched and swayed when Duke tugged off the other boot.

But after the boot was off, they didn’t stop. They bobbed, swung and jumped, and Norman realized that Boots was wiggling slightly to make them do it. She grinned up at him.

‘Take these jeans off me, Norman. ’

‘Uh. . . ’

‘You been wanting to all day. ’

‘Go for it, Normy, ’ Duke said. ‘Peel her nice and slow, huh? ’

‘I don’t know. I really. . . I’m not sure we should be. . . you know, doing any of this. ’

Pushing her heels against the floor, Boots raised her pelvis. ‘Come on, Norman. ’

Don’t, he told himself. Excuse yourself. Go out to the Jeep. Get in and drive away.

Last call. Scram now, or forever hold your peace. He stared at the brass button at the waistband of her cutoffs. A couple of inches below her belly button.

And what’s a couple of inches below this button? Oh man, oh man, oh man!

‘Come on, Norman, ’ Boots repeated. Smiling up at him, she squirmed. ‘Don’t be yellow all your life. ’

Duke told him, ‘Come on, do what the lady asks. ’

Heart slamming, mouth dry, Norman stepped between her knees. His own knees trembled. So did both his hands as he reached down to the brass button.

He unfastened it. Oh, my God.

The denim edges spread, showing sun-pink skin.

With the thumb and forefinger of his right hand he pinched the zipper tab. He lost his grip on it twice but finally got a good hold and slid it down.

Exposing a deep V of bare skin and tight, wispy golden curls.

When did she get rid of the bikini pants? Norman curled his hands under the slit sides of Boots’s cutoffs, then took hold of the denim and pulled. The tight shorts hardly budged. He stepped backward until he was clear of her knees. She swung them together. Then he pulled again. This time, the shorts came free. He backed away quickly, yanking them swiftly down her legs, past her ankles and off over her feet.

Boots smiled up at him. ‘That was easy, wasn’t it? ’

Norman nodded. He swallowed hard.

With that lazy smile on her face, she raised her arms and folded her hands underneath her head. Then she opened her legs wide – and squirmed.

‘What’re you aiming to do, boys? ’ she asked. ‘Just stand there and gawp at me all night? Come and get it. ’

Chapter Fifteen

Norman thought: My first time ever!

His mind whirled. And it’s an orgy. Maybe something like this doesn’t count as an orgy – just a threesome – but it sure seems like it ought to count.

He supposed they’d been at it for an hour. Maybe longer. All three of them naked an

d sweaty and breathless on the bed, grappling, caressing, humping.

It seemed unreal.

Like some sort of exotic, erotic dream.

The way Boots had done him with her mouth right at the start of things.

Later, the funny stuff with the condom. How he’d unrolled the damn thing, then tried to pull it on like a sock – hilarious for Boots and Duke, embarrassing for him.

Then Boots showing him how it was done. Demonstrating. Taking a fresh one and ripping its wrapper open, then rolling it onto him with slow, gliding fingers and finally pulling him down on top of her and guiding him inside for his very first actual time. I’m fucking her! Norman had thought, astonished. I’m really doing it! I shouldn’t be doing it, but I am. . . anyway, it’s all right, using a condom just like you’re supposed to. . . hope it doesn’t come off or break. . . Sure wish it wasn’t so tight. Gotta be tight. But, shit, it hurts. He’d used up three of the damn things so far – including the one he’d ruined by unrolling it – and now he was on his knees at the end of the bed, ripping open a fourth. His hands shook badly. Not from nerves – from exhaustion.

He plucked the condom out of its wrapper. It was pre-lubricated: slippery as a snail.

He started to put it on.

He could hardly believe that he was ready to go again. My God, look at me.

Though his penis stood up stout, it was shiny and red, and ringed with marks left by the other condoms. Just as if rubber bands had been wrapped tightly around it.

Why the hell do they make ’em so tight?

So they don’t fall off, asshole.

Like Duke’s had fallen off. His second one had come off while he was in her. They’d both laughed as if they thought it was hysterical. Norman hadn’t thought it was funny – until he watched them struggle to fish it out. ‘So much for safe sex, ’ Duke had said.

‘I ain’t got nothing you can catch, ’ Boots had said. After that, Duke hadn’t bothered with any more condoms. He was on his back now, moaning and writhing. Boots, on her hands and knees between his parted legs, was using her mouth on him.

Norman fumbled and dropped the condom. It fell onto the sheet. When he tried to pick it up, it slipped out of his fingers.

Duke isn’t even using one.

The hell with it, he thought.

He edged forward on his knees, running his hands along Boots’s calves. They were thick, slippery, prickly with whiskers, but the backs of her thighs felt smooth. So did her rump. The crack between her buttocks felt clammy. Lower, though, she was wet and slick. Norman fingered her there to be sure that he had the right place – the front one, as Duke had called it – then moved forward and in.

In her for real, skin to skin, for the first time, and she was all heat and slickness.

He couldn’t believe the feel of it.

I’m probably gonna die now, but who cares?

It’s so wonderful.

So great. Better than anything. So what if it kills me?

What if I get AIDS from this? Or the clap? What if I wake up tomorrow and I’m whizzing blood and pus? My God, I must be out of my mind.

But it probably wouldn’t happen, anyway, and it was too late now to stop. Norman was on his knees, thrusting in as Boots took her weight on her hands and knees, his lap making slapping sounds against her buttocks, his arms underneath her, hands on her breasts – squeezing them as he slid in and out, smacking against her rump as she sucked on Duke and Duke gasped and groaned. . .

. . . And a movement where there shouldn’t be movement caught Norman’s eye. He turned his head. Peered over the edge of the mattress. Saw a man squirming out from under the bed, belly-crawling, facedown. Something wrong with the back of his head. Hair pasted down with blood.

Shoulders furry. Shit! Got a werewolf under the bed.

Only dimly aware that he was still embedded in Boots and clutching her breasts, Norman gazed over the side of the bed and watched.

Not a werewolf. A desk clerk?

The guy kept squirming out from under the bed, apparently unaware that he was being observed.

Neither Boots nor Duke had seen him. Not yet. They weren’t likely to spot him, either. Not unless Duke sat up on the bed, or Boots slid her mouth off him and looked over her shoulder.

The guy was wearing black knitted bikini pants.

‘Boots? ’ Norman asked.

‘Mmm? ’

‘Who’s the guy under the bed? ’

Her mouth made a quick slurpy, smacking sound. Then she said, ‘What? ’ She sounded alarmed.

‘What’s going on? ’ Duke asked.

The man suddenly scurried across the floor.

Boots pushed herself up, turned her head. ‘Shit! Get him! ’

‘Quick! ’

Not me!

But Norman was on Boots and Boots was on Duke. Me or nobody!

‘Get him! ’ Boots cried out again.

Norman let go of her breasts. He backed up, pulled out. The man was clear of the bed and crawling across the carpet toward the door.

He looked stupid in the bikini pants.

Stupid and disgusting, Norman thought, like a pervert in some sort of crummy porno movie.

How come he doesn’t get up and run?

‘Stop him! ’

Norman leaped off the bed. He hit the floor and rushed forward.

He knew he ought to jump on the guy. A great flying leap. But this fellow really was repulsive to look at – all hairy and pale, shiny with sweat, his ass showing through the web of the knitted pants.

Don’t wanna touch him!

Besides, Norman told himself, it might be a crime to jump on him. Assault and battery, something like that. Dressed like that it might come down as a sex crime. What would Norman’s family say if they read about it in the newspapers?

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