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He sat down heavily, slamming the door. "Cold as hell out there," he commented.
Then, "How are they doing?"

Annie shrugged. "They're hungry again."

"They're always hungry." But Crow pulled the wicker picnic hamper out from under
the seat anyway. He took out a dead puppy and pulled back the slide window at the
rear of the cab. Then, with a snap of his wrist, he tossed the morsel into the van.

The monsters in the back began fighting over the puppy, slamming each other
against the walls, roaring in mindless rage.

"Competitive buggers." He yanked the brake and put the truck into gear.

They had the heat cranked up high for the sake of their cargo, and after a few
minutes he began to sweat. He pulled off his gloves, biting the fingertips and jerking
back his head, and laid them on the dash, alongside his wool cap. Then he
unbuttoned his coat.

"Gimme a hand here, will ya?" Annie held the sleeve so he could draw out his arm.
He leaned forward and she pulled the coat free and tossed it aside. "Thanks," he
said.

Annie said nothing. Her hands went to his lap and unzipped his pants. Crow felt his
pecker harden. She undid his belt and yanked down his BVDs. Her mouth closed
upon him. The truck rattled underneath them.

"Hey, babe, that ain't really safe."

"Safe." Her hand squeezed him so hard he almost asked her to stop.

But thought better of it. "I didn't hook up with a thug like you so I could be safe."

She ran her tongue down his shaft and begun sucking on his nuts. Crow drew in his
breath. What the hell, he figured, might as well go along for the ride. Only he'd still
better keep an eye on the road. They were going down a series of switchbacks. Easy
way to die.

He downshifted, and downshifted again.
It didn't take long before he spurted.

He came and groaned and stretched and felt inordinately happy. Annie's head came
up from his lap. She was smiling impishly. He grinned back at her.

Then she mashed her face into his and was kissing him deeply, passionately, his jism
salty on her tongue and her tongue sticky in his mouth, and he couldn't see!
Terrified, he slammed his foot on the brake. He was blind and out of control on one
of the twistiest and most dangerous roads in the universe. The tyres screamed.