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warmed the tip in her hand, then tried again, more
firmly. Eventually the irritation faded. The whole area
was numb. Leaning farther back, Priss eased the end of
the vibrator into her vagina. The motor was quite hot
now and she was slightly concerned about the
possibility of its exploding inside her.
She caught a glimpse of her face, rather red, in the
mirror that ran the width of the room above twin sinks.
The outside wall of the bathroom had sliding glass
doors that opened onto a fenced balcony, where one
could sunbathe (Kate did so nude) and from which
Ernest had built a safety ladder in case of fire. Mrs.
Ransom's eyes were drawn to the bamboo blinds
lowered over the doors. Something drew her attention
there. She looked back, then back again, then gasped.
In a gap between the loosely woven slats, a pair of
eyes stared at her.
When they moved, she saw teeth flicker in a grin.
She flung the vibrator at the eyes. It thudded on the
safety glass. The eyes vanished. Simultaneously she
heard someone driving into the garage on the other side
of the house. On the balcony footsteps scrambled,