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He
lay
on
his
stomach
,
arms
stretched
forward
,
tips
of
his
fingers
against
the
walls
of
the
coffin
.
She
settled
over
the
small
of
his
back
,
kneeling
on
the
temperfoam
,
the
leather
jeans
cool
against
his
skin
.
Her
fingers
brushed
his
neck
.
'
How
come
you
’
re
not
at
the
Hilton
?
’
She
answered
him
by
reaching
back
,
between
his
thighs
,
and
gently
encircling
his
scrotum
with
thumb
and
forefinger
.
She
rocked
there
for
a
minute
in
the
dark
,
erect
above
him
,
her
other
hand
on
his
neck
.
The
leather
of
her
jeans
creaked
softly
with
the
movement
.
Case
shifted
,
feeling
himself
harden
against
the
temperfoam
.
His
head
throbbed
,
but
the
brittleness
in
his
neck
seemed
to
retreat
.
He
raised
himself
on
one
elbow
,
rolled
,
sank
back
against
the
foam
,
pulling
her
down
,
licking
her
breasts
,
small
hard
nipples
sliding
wet
across
his
cheek
.
He
found
the
zip
on
the
leather
jeans
and
tugged
it
down
.
'
It
’
s
okay
,
’
she
said
,
'
I
can
see
.
’
Sound
of
the
jeans
peeling
down
.
She
struggled
beside
him
until
she
could
kick
them
away
.
She
threw
a
leg
across
him
and
he
touched
her
face
.
Unexpected
hardness
of
the
implanted
lenses
.
'
Don
’
t
,
’
she
said
,
'
fingerprints
.
’
Now
she
straddled
him
again
,
took
his
hand
,
and
closed
it
over
her
,
his
thumb
along
the
cleft
of
her
buttocks
,
his
fingers
spread
across
the
labia
.
As
she
began
to
lower
herself
,
the
images
came
pulsing
back
,
the
faces
,
fragments
of
neon
arriving
and
receding
.
She
slid
down
around
him
and
his
back
arched
convulsively
.
She
rode
him
that
way
,
impaling
herself
,
slipping
down
on
him
again
and
again
,
until
they
both
had
come
,
his
orgasm
flaring
blue
in
a
timeless
space
,
a
vastness
like
the
matrix
,
where
the
faces
were
shredded
and
blown
away
down
hurricane
corridors
,
and
her
inner
thighs
were
strong
and
wet
against
his
hips
.
On
Ninsei
,
a
thinner
,
weekday
version
of
the
crowd
went
through
the
motions
of
the
dance
.
Waves
of
sound
rolled
from
the
arcades
and
pachinko
parlors
.
Case
glanced
into
the
Chat
and
saw
Zone
watching
over
his
girls
in
the
warm
,
beer
-
smelling
twilight
.
Ratz
was
tending
bar
.
'
You
seen
Wage
,
Ratz
?
’
'
Not
tonight
.
’
Ratz
made
a
point
of
raising
an
eyebrow
at
Molly
.
