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in the stiff sprayed hair, like plastic flowers too sweetly
odorized. His face was too big, like the face in a
magnified mirror that makes a moon surface of the skin.
Only around the part of his body that flailed against her
could she feel the heat and slipperiness of flesh. He still
wore even his sports jacket, and his shirt, sweated
through, stuck hideously wet against her breasts and
stomach. She tasted the blood in her mouth from where
she was biting her lip against the burn of his stabbing
himself into her. He pulled her legs up, stretching them
apart so that they hurt, as he kept slapping against her.
Suddenly, he jerked out, but grabbed back at her to
keep her down. He tore off his jacket and shirt.
From far off a loud crack of noise trembled through
the house, but he paid no attention to it, and since the
noise did not stop him, it was insignificant to Judith as
well. All she could think was that it was unfair, that
everything required of her had been erased by his failure
to finish, so that it had to begin again. Then the pain
started over again, on and on. Now she could feel the
wet mats of chest hair and stomach hair that was alien
to her, repulsive to her skin. She fought with careful