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"
The
-
"
"
Oh
,
Jesus
.
.
.
Oh
-
"
"
-
loper
-
"
-
Aw
.
.
.
Aw
.
.
.
Aw
.
.
.
"
"
And
who
is
he
?
"
She
screamed
(
but
calm
within
,
he
could
sense
the
calmness
,
the
mastery
,
the
control
,
the
domination
.
He
thought
suddenly
,
with
terror
and
absolute
surety
:
he
has
left
a
demon
in
her
.
She
is
haunted
.
He
felt
the
hot
ripple
of
sexual
desire
again
through
his
fear
.
)
The
man
who
was
holding
his
head
crashed
and
blundered
forward
.
"
I
’
m
in
hell
!
"
He
screamed
up
at
her
.
His
face
twisted
and
writhed
as
if
snakes
crawled
beneath
his
skin
.
"
I
done
fornications
!
I
done
gambling
!
I
done
weed
!
I
done
sins
!
I
-
"
But
his
voice
rose
skyward
in
a
dreadful
,
hysterical
wail
that
drowned
articulation
.
He
held
his
head
as
if
it
would
burst
like
an
overripe
cantaloupe
at
any
moment
.
The
audience
stilled
as
if
a
cue
had
been
given
,
frozen
in
their
half
-
erotic
poses
of
ecstasy
.
