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hands down between them. A choked grunt at each
thrust, he strained against her, his face puffed up and
purplish red. When she lost hold of him, his hands
clutched at her throat, and she felt quickly to find him
again just as it swelled upward, and he shuddered,
moaning enough like John for her to know that he had
reached it, that they were finishing it.
Now, she thought, I'm going to die now, because
his hands clamped, pushing on her throat as he jerked in
spasms above her. There was a swelling pressure inside
her head until blackness pushed at her eyes. But then
suddenly the hands twitched and fell away. His weight
fell away, and as it was lifted away from her, Judith
began to vomit.
Compelled beyond the agony of having to move in
her nakedness, she ran, stumbling, already heaving into
her hands, got open the bathroom door already leaning
over, and retched into the toilet.
But he had followed her. He stood behind her while
uncontrollably the last convulsions rose up through her
as she tried to make the toilet flush again and again. He
said nothing, but stood there rubbing the gun against his