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"Uh, uh."
"Listen, honey, I'm not that kind of woman."
"O, cut the horseshit and climb in."
She did. My god, she was nothing but meat. Actually, I was a bit
frightened. What did you do with all that stuff? Well, I was trapped.
Marie's whole side of the bed sank down.
"Listen, Charley-"
I grabbed her head, turned it, and she seemed to be crying, and then my
lips were on hers. We kissed. Damn it, my cock was getting hard. Good god.
What was it?
"Charley," she said, "you don't have to."
I took one of her hands and placed it around my cock.
"O shit," she said, "o shit!"
Then she kissed me, tongued me. She had a small tongue ---at least that
was small ---and it ripped in and out, rather full of saliva and passion. I
pulled away.
"Whatza matta?"
"Wait uh minute."
I reached over and got the fifth and took a good long pull, then I sat
it down again and I reached on under and lifted that huge pink nightie. I
got to feeling and I didn't know what I had but it seemed to be it, very
small though, but in the right place. Yes, it was her cunt. I poked at it
with my pecker. Then she reached down and guided me in. Another miracle.
That thing was tight. It almost ripped the skin off of me. We started
working. I was looking for the long ride but I didn't care. She had me. It
was one of the best fucks of my life. I moaned and hollered, then finished,
rolled off. Unbelievable. When she came back from the bathroom we talked a
while, then she went to sleep. But she snored. SO I had to go down to my own
bed. And I awakened the next morning as she went to work.
"Gotta hurry, Charley," she said.
"Sure, baby."
As soon as she left I went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.
She'd left her purse there. Ten dollars. I didn't take it. I walked back to
the bathroom and took a good crap, without the spider. Then I took a bath. I
tried to brush my teeth, vomited a bit. I dressed and walked into the
kitchen. I'd gotten hold of a piece of paper and pen:

Marie:
I love you. You are very good to me. But I must leave. And I don't know
exactly why. I'm crazy, I guess. Goodbye.
Charley

I propped the note up against the television set. I didn't feel good. I
felt like crying. It was quiet in there, it was quiet in there the way I
liked it. Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good
human --- they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around,
kid, it's good here, it can be very good here. I found what was left of the
5th in the bedroom. I drank that. Then I found a can of beer in the
refrigerator. I drank that. Then I got up and made the long walk down that
narrow place, it seemed like A hundred yards. I got to the door and then I