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The
hand
that
had
been
holding
on
to
the
window
slipped
.
I
saw
most
of
her
body
go
out
the
window
.
Then
it
came
back
.
Somehow
she
had
pulled
herself
back
inside
.
She
sat
there
,
stunned
.
"
That
was
close
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
It
would
have
made
a
good
poem
.
I
’
ve
lost
a
lot
of
women
in
a
lot
of
ways
,
but
that
would
have
been
a
new
way
.
"
Tammie
walked
over
to
the
bed
.
She
stretched
out
face
down
.
I
realized
she
was
still
stoned
.
Then
she
rolled
off
the
bed
.
She
landed
flat
on
her
back
.
She
didn
’
t
move
.
I
walked
over
and
picked
her
up
and
put
her
back
on
the
bed
.
I
grabbed
her
by
the
hair
and
kissed
her
viciously
.
"
Hey
.
.
.
What
’
re
you
doin
’
?
"
I
remembered
she
had
promised
me
a
piece
of
ass
.
I
rolled
her
on
her
stomach
,
pulled
her
dress
up
,
pulled
her
panties
off
.
I
climbed
on
top
of
her
and
rammed
,
trying
to
find
her
cunt
.
I
poked
and
poked
.
It
went
in
.
It
slid
further
and
further
in
.
I
had
her
good
.
She
made
small
sounds
.
Then
the
phone
rang
I
pulled
out
,
got
up
and
answered
it
.
It
was
Gary
Benson
.
"
I
’
m
coming
over
with
my
tape
recorder
for
that
radio
interview
.
"
"
When
?
"
"
In
about
45
minutes
.
"
I
hung
up
and
went
back
to
Tammie
.
I
was
still
hard
.
I
grabbed
her
hair
,
gave
her
another
violent
kiss
.
Her
eyes
were
closed
,
her
mouth
was
lifeless
.
I
mounted
her
again
.
Outside
they
were
sitting
on
their
fire
escapes
.
When
the
sun
started
to
go
down
and
some
shade
appeared
they
came
out
to
cool
off
.
The
people
of
New
York
City
sat
out
there
and
drank
beer
and
soda
and
ice
water
.
They
endured
and
smoked
cigarettes
.
Just
being
alive
was
a
victory
.
They
decorated
their
fire
escapes
with
plants
.
They
made
do
with
what
there
was
.
